Vociferous,
It looks at me.
The soul is at strife,
Comprehending the meaning.
I smiled and said,
"Have you ever been able
To penetrate the abyss?
Do not even try, or you will fall."
"Your thoughts are abstract,"
It accused me.
"Come back into this world,
You are living a lie."
"The world is too dangerous,
I am on my own.
Conventions are apart from the road I have taken,
Accompany me or leave, because I am not mistaken."
The soul vanished,
Into the abyss.
I understood, the world is too corrupt
To fathom the unfathomable.
Author Bio:
Bhawna Singh is originally from Delhi, India and holds a masters in English literature from University of Delhi. She is currently enrolled in a PhD on Indian theatre. Her writing is a reflection of an introspection, which is a result of plethora of emotions and experiences. She intends to inculcate the voices of the subjugated in her works to paint a canvas of their lives.
It looks at me.
The soul is at strife,
Comprehending the meaning.
I smiled and said,
"Have you ever been able
To penetrate the abyss?
Do not even try, or you will fall."
"Your thoughts are abstract,"
It accused me.
"Come back into this world,
You are living a lie."
"The world is too dangerous,
I am on my own.
Conventions are apart from the road I have taken,
Accompany me or leave, because I am not mistaken."
The soul vanished,
Into the abyss.
I understood, the world is too corrupt
To fathom the unfathomable.
Author Bio:
Bhawna Singh is originally from Delhi, India and holds a masters in English literature from University of Delhi. She is currently enrolled in a PhD on Indian theatre. Her writing is a reflection of an introspection, which is a result of plethora of emotions and experiences. She intends to inculcate the voices of the subjugated in her works to paint a canvas of their lives.
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