STORIZEN POETRY
The Emergence by Vidya Shankar Anguish and uncertainty ripped me apart, anger and inadequacy Writing bold lines in my mind. The depression that had stricken me was peeling off layers from my being As I shed tear after tear, not knowing why or where from they came. The ones dear to me could not understand this stranger I had become, They only felt ripples of the searing dread that caused a chasm. I screamed for help, but only my scream was heard, The words lost in the expressions of terror, overwhelming the message. Hands that reached out for a help that never came, Gnawed in helplessness at a faceless visage. Cowering in despair, I allowed myself to sink deeper Into the darkness of the quagmire the exhaustion was drawing me into. Little did I realise it was at the Feet of the One I had fallen — The only one who could ever save me. Krishna, in His inimitable style, sat on a mound, tall and dignified, The epitome of empathy.
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STORIZEN MAGAZINE
AUGUST 2019