We have always endured the world in sidelines,
tried to praise its twisted sense.
Even in the living nightmare of our times,
when every mirror affirmation
is met with ‘return to sender’ stamp.
When going out is like playing with fire;
And living at home is awfully lonely.
But it’s brave,
It’s brave that we look forward to every morning
Hoping that tomorrow will be brighter and
Innocents souls won’t be sacrificed
and the endless maze of sorrow would end
Hoping that life stops slipping away
Hope is a strange thing
Hope has feathers
it perches into the soul
and sings melodies without words.
Hope is anything but timid
Always staying in our hearts
And whispers peace in times of distress.
It is heartbreaking that the pain we endure
can weaken our strength to move on.
But if we get lost in the scars of our world;
Without knowing, our lives will be gone
But in all this chaos,
We have a small peck of hope—
hiding in the twilight
Praying that this soundless storm of decay
would soon put to rest.
—Written by Alankriti Singh for MTTN
—Featured Image by Sara Dharmik