Illustration by Melodie Stacey
Being touched upon the sky,
Thunder bursts the waves of sublime,
Leading paths into strange lands,
Of subverted norms and endless wants,
Desires that fills over loading cups,
Of eternity and thud,
Love and thirst,
Of which one springs into the depths,
Raging the endless wars of stagnant chores,
Stop! the world stops with us,
Here we go to the peace , Alas!!
As we sit and ponder,
When all around you are screaming;
About the things they have done
Sitting and chattering,
Clattering
And shattering,
Banging and slanging,
Reeling, walking, sitting and sleeping
Down the alley as they go up the block,
Still chattering and battering as everything
Around me freezes,
And still I sit and slouch on the road of hope
Struggling in the ways of sloppy mane.
-Akanksha Khanna
