Gratitude or remorse? Ambiguous, melancholic reflections..
Emotional turmoil, unceasing internal disputes between angels and demons..

Never entirely ready,
Perhaps, seemingly unsteady..

Time, being the scariest irreversible illusion,
that constantly adjusts the lens of life, throwing light on the horizon..

At times, a vehement rage,
at times, an emotionally anesthetizing cage..

A glimpse of these impostors is like an amalgamation,
of a glorious dissension and reconciliation..

Glasses of Alter ego fog up as a ramification of this incessant vicious cycle,
resembling a sense of concurrent victory and debacle..

Butterfly effect or destiny?!
Eternal paradoxical impressions, a melancholic reflection,
often blur the lines between brooding and introspection..

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Pavithra Venkat

Pavithra Venkat

I am a 25 year old, extremely passionate about English, reading and writing! Pondering & analysing on life, penning ’em down - Inclusive of some fun too!!