Fading Soul

Three months have passed.

The wind bid bye

Cover Photo by Pankaj Tottada

And yet... a thought

So mundane and lame

Scripting is a daunting game.

A block is for me

A speak in the grey

Three months have passed.

And yet I get no thoughts to pray.

I sit alone, the time withers.

Aeons pass, having jitters’

My shadow traces a weary path.

The scorching sun goes down.

The phoenix from the catacombs

Only for the longing that I fear...

The world tramples - I hear.

And yet I’m here

Consumed in the inertia

Gazing at a thought only in oblivion.

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Credits

This poem was written by Rohit Damaraju and photographed by Pankaj Tottada.

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