Haunted by own thoughts
I roam under the lasers of an orb
Gleaming amidst the lonely sky
Witnessing the darkness of every terror
Many have been beguiled by its beauty
Many, just an option for dirty tungsten bulb
Thousand of eyes starry from the glance
Thousands mistaken as heaven’s radiance
For me, no silvery lights could lessen the darkness
Nor any silhouettes would let cuddle in this breezing cold
You’re just a ball of guilt
Watching all of us risking our breath
Let’s merry in all that you are
Or should I dance bare feet in your radiance?
The unsung beauty of the curvature of my ear
Sounds more worthy than the eyes that chant your beauty
Am I the moon?
Perhaps, just a mere soul
Next to the grave weeping
Waiting to be free
Waiting to be buried in cemetery.
Sweksha Nepal is a Bachelor’s student at NIMS University, India
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