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Sitting in front of screens for hours together,
Sitting in fr on t of scr eens f or hours t ogether ,
No class amusing me, No voice inciting interest.
No class amusing me , No v oic e inciting in t er est .
e with cr
if
ouses me
No c
ept ar
onc
No concept arouses me, and social media is just rife with cries. .
, and social media is just r
ies
O f endless e xhor ta tion fr om polar iz ed sides .
Of endless exhortation from polarized sides.
FR OM MY C A GED ABODE ,
FR OM MY C A GED ABODE ,
I stare towards the distance; forlorn, defeated.
lor
e; f
I star
n, def
w
ar
or
o
ed
t
ea
.
ds the distanc
e t
MY SOUL CRIES FOR HELP
MY SOUL CRIES FOR HELP Seated in my chair, eyes sunken in their sockets. .
S
ed in m
es sunken in their sockets
y chair
, ey
t
ea
No f ood nour ishes me , no dr ink quenches m y thirst ,
No food nourishes me, no drink quenches my thirst,
Neither an y bur ning desir e , nor the e x cit emen t of lo v e .
Neither any burning desire, nor the excitement of love.
She w as the r ag ing fir e!
She was the raging fire!
Even the most hyped movies do not incite thrill,
E v en the most h yped mo vies do not incit e thr ill ,
eez
She was the gentle breeze!
e!
as the gen
tle br
She w
Drake and Bieber no longer make me vibe to their tunes,
Dr ake and Bieber no longer make me vibe t o their tunes ,
dial being
Life feels meaningless, as if I were a primordial being, ,
imor
er
e f
eels meaningless
, as if I w
e a pr
Lif
t she c
new tha
She knew that she could fly high
She k
ould fly high
ving t
, dr
cr
.
t
o just ea
, sleep
et
x
Having to just eat, sleep, drink and excrete.
Ha
e
ink and e
But why does she fear heights?
ear heigh
But wh
y does she f
ts?
All I feel is the overflowing worry of the empty self; ;
ll I f
r
y self
v
eel is the o
wing w
or
er
A
flo
y of the empt
t is almost a lucid dr
eam.
I
She k eel the r It is almost a lucid dream. ag m,
new tha
t she c
She knew that she could swim deep
ould swim deep
I feel the room immobilizing my diaphragm,
y diaphr
oom immobilizing m
I f
Chok
.
Choking me bit by bit.
ing me bit b
y bit
y does she f
But why does she fear depths?
ear depths?
But wh
Nobody k
,
nocks on the door f
or a pr
Nobody knocks on the door for a prank,
ank
t she c
new tha
She knew that she could go far
She k
ould go far
No posse t
No posse to bully me into submission.
o bully me in
t
o submission.
Neither do I ha v e m y par en ts ar ound f or c omf or t ,
Neither do I have my parents around for comfort,
y is she still caged?
But why is she still caged?
But wh
y br
Nor can I squabble with m
Nor can I squabble with my brother for petty stuff. .
y stuff
other f
or pett
ould ask f
y
one c
or ,
She was more than anyone could ask for ,
She w
as mor
e than an
,
y with, nobody t
v
e nobody t
I have nobody to play with, nobody to gossip about,
o pla
o gossip about
I ha
tr
apmen
ee fr
Neither can I break free from this entrapment;
Neither can I br
om this en
eak fr
no
y is she not k
Then why is she not knowing her worth?
T hen wh o be blessed b y mother na tur e ’ s palms , t; or th?
wing her w
T
To be blessed by mother nature’s palms,
To feel alive again.
T
e again.
o f
eel aliv
no
w y
- Know your worth, spread your wings and fly high
our w
th, spr
or
our wings and fly high
- K
ead y
ely soul
or
pse of a liv
eel no
ll I can f
A
All I can feel now is the dead corpse of a lively soul, ,
w is the dead c
d
apped like a caged bir
T
ything
Trapped like a caged bird, with no appetite for anything, ,
r
or an
, with no appetit
e f
, ther
But free flight. Indeed, there’s hardly anything else I feel, ,
s har
e
But fr
’
dly an
. I
ee fligh
ndeed
eel
ything else I f
t
O ther than m y dead self .
Other than my dead self.
I see a bird on a windowsill, departing for a flight as soon as it caught my eye,
I see a bir d on a windo w sill , depar ting f or a fligh t as soon as it caugh t m y ey e ,
ar
r
ests in v
een.
Then I see the lush canopy of forests in various shades of green.
T
hen I see the lush canop
y of f
ious shades of g
or
I stand on my legs only for my knees to buckle and I fall like the dying,
I stand on m y legs only f or m y k nees t o buck le and I fall like the dying ,
VY
A SHA
- NAVYA SHAJI,
- NA
On t o the pillo w , an endless flood of t ears ensued . JI,
Onto the pillow, an endless flood of tears ensued.
CVT, YEAR 2
C V T , Y EAR 2
F r om m y caged abode , m y soul cr ies f or help .
From my caged abode, my soul cries for help.
My soul cries for meaning in this carnage. .
M
y soul cr
ies f
nage
or meaning in this car
or in a w
F
For in a world where I’m told that fervent agitation is the need of the hour, ,
v
er
en
ld wher
t ag
m t
old tha
’
t f
e I
tion is the need of the hour
or
ita
ill me a billion dea
ths
t is indeed anguishful t
I sa
I say that is indeed anguishful to kill me a billion deaths. .
y tha
o k
All I want is to not be churned by this perpetual machine of hopelessness,
A ll I w an t is t o not be chur ned b y this per petual machine of hopelessness ,
ead
y liv
inge of m
I just hope that somebody injects the syringe of my lively soul instead. .
ely soul inst
t somebody injec
ts the syr
I just hope tha
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