Out of the seeming permanence of emotions,
Breaks forth a silent threshold of
muted screams forgotten in vain..
Strewn all too loosely in the end,
Amidst a lifetime constellated
around the idea of
reciprocation of sentiments,
How can we fathom the depths of despair
we entangle ourselves in?
The consequences they render
while few hearts and minds still hinder in nescience?
By Anouska Banerjee