Woman

Subtle setting sun sickens me

With his daily slumber.

Light passes, and darkness prowls behind me

Carrying thousands of needles.

A sudden gust of uneasiness cripples 

My body, my mind, my soul.

This is the life I live.

'Ask for light,

And you are thrown into a chasm 

Of eternal silence, 

That had buried millions of you, for centuries

Inside the abyss of nothingness.'

This is the life I lead.

Unnoticed, uncanny, unknown.

Unnerved by the ages of brooding sickness,

I turned into a woman.

Niraj P. Chaudhari

16/02.2022

Lover's Dilemma

 How can I do this right? How can I express this feeling? I just feel it. I feel it like a volcano erupting through a burning mountain. It comes from the depth of millions of emotions that are preserved in my heart like the wine that is stored in the womb of the earth for centuries. This love is like a heady storm, I want it to be my destiny. There is no feeling that I feel and never feel for you. There is no breath I breathe and never breath for you. My heart! My heart! It is sick and on its pick of love, like Florentino Ariza in Love in the Time of Cholera.