Dust of the dunes-
Drifted thoughts!
Dunes in the desert.
Dampened dreams-
Dragging the dead desires.
Disappear, she wants to-
the void.
Scars on the mind.
Past that haunts.
Glochids painless-
Plucks some thorns-
Droplets of blood-
On the desert floor.
Dried quickly, not to be healed.
Healed to be dead.
Dust hurled over the dunes.
And she was nowhere to be seen...
Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini
I saw a mirror.
Bright and shiny.
And yet, some scars.
I touched them.
A silent scream,
Echoed deep within.
'...must have been tough'
I thought!
My reflections.
In pieces.
Of words- I never liked.
Of a lost home.
Of a new world-
Of becoming a stranger.
Of being lost!
I saw myself.
Bright and shiny!
And yet, some scars.
Was it me or that mirror?
Something felt-
Broken!
Sanjeeta Hridayaninadini
