I carried the intense voices with me
To the depressed land unknowingly
Where sands were water, sky was ocean;
That short-lived soul came out suddenly
And clapped at my arrival, I was too busy to
watch the surroundings, when
everything was surreal...
Wind was dying but the wheels started running.

The apartment was drowning, my books weren't dead, I was underneath the confusion but my nerves were alive. I slept but my eyes were still open, my lungs got repaired and the voices got dispersed...


-The Plutonic Wrath (Shreya Barai)

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