prasanna kumari - Irony

The air grows grim
oscillating between remembrance and forgetfulness
the world crumbles
between fear and hope

my nights are days
and days are days too
the gods being lost
between self-imposed infliction
and incurable affliction
the void sprinkles clouds of rootless enigmas

old stories retold in less heavy words
and hushed tones
to make it more palatable

like a faraway light fading from sight
the wind, chilly and cold,
trying to alleviate the darkness
absorbs the creaking of my heart

reaching the opposites unknowingly
is
the irony of existence

prasanna kumari

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