It drags her down, this ruthless current,
In the ocean of her tears, she drowns
Funny, she thought she learned to swim;
But the darkness, it calls, like devil’s spawn
Its claws pull her under.
In frantic frenzy, they fling, her limbs
Her vision blurs, and her throat stings
Lungs burn as the pressure builds
The water toils, slowly crushes her will
The haunted silence deafening as she sinks.
It engulfs her, the alluring darkness
In black solitude, torturously she decays
Forgotten and unloved, in pain, she shrivels.
The last straw, the domino spills,
As down the abyss they disappear, her dreams.
From the depth of the night, the sirens sing
They bait her with an idyll sweet;
As the air runs scarce, she plays her part
Loosens her grip, and lets go
In the darkness, deeper she goes, and
finds peace, evermore.
Epilogue:
At dawn up on a windowsill
Sits she, as first lights caress the hills.
She woke up with a start at midnight,
It was the horrors that plagued her mind.
Now calm as the birds sing,
Yet, emptiness seems to persist.
-Megha Kajale
FY BSc