The world seems against me.
Words of love gleams notchy
Affection slurs
My vision blurs.

I try to hide
From unveiled ravels despite
The pangs, the griped
The tears that never were wiped.

Emotions relentlessly flux.
I'm on verge of seeking my crux.
Devoid of all good
I endeavour
To accumulate myself
Which earlier I was able to tooled



© ANJALI JOSHI