In this desolation my heart often finds,
The stillness that everything carries within;
Be it the air so crisp, these blooming flowers,
Or the words that never made their way to the heart and lay on the skin.

Everybody dances to the tunes of these songs,
Listening to which my heart bleeds.
And now it has turned so pale;
Funny how we all are enjoying these crimson blood stained tales.

I walk and walk far beyond,
From dusk till the dawn,
For finding out the meaning of everything that exists;
With every step that I take,
They get deeper,
The depth of doubts that already persist.

Is our goal is to be blissful all the time?
Or
Is it alright to be sad too?
Or
Is our goal is to get something with solidity?
Or
Is it alright to wish absolutely nothing too?

Well! I haven’t found my answers as yet,
Not even sure when I will;
But one thing I’m sure of is that,
Whenever the truth under these covers will be unfolded,
To our bones, it will bring chills!

Yukti Trivedi