• sahoosmruti 6w

    The sprawled grace
    on her face
    basking in
    the orange rays
    of setting sun
    treasures the
    strength
    to fight with
    her inner void
    in the fourlurn hours .

    For her, despair
    is a momentary
    pleasure
    she needs to own it
    for believing her
    conscious realisation
    of her aliveness .

    Caging despair
    is an absolute impossibility
    So as Pleasure
    with those
    extravagant emphasises
    Hence she learns to restore
    the sense of pride and
    abundant energy
    to rejuvenate
    her numbness
    in every passing
    minutes .


    ©sahoosmruti