WHO AM I ?

By Shruti Gupta

Once, in the middle of the night.

My mind strikes a thought

seems like a little sunray in the clouds.

after a huge battle fought.

Questioning me straight Who am I?

My Reflex answered Just in why.

Then, flexing like an adept, I reply

Maybe an unread Poem

With those soft lyrics like bathtub foam,

Maybe that forgettable song

contains all those memories.

now for a while longer.

It might be that unfinished novel

which fails to romanticize its vowels.

Making my heart baffle

Calling me insane

I smiled

Hiding my innocent soul in an embrace

cause i don't wanna recall again that phase

where that vintage truth of mine

was disgusted by all those

aesthetic lies.

Often calling rotten pie

But now, the person inside.

is happy being there

deprived of all the evils out there.

searching for peace like home.

But who’s gonna tell it Yaar ?

Nothing is better than

a MOM's Womb

By Shruti Gupta