HOPE - An essence as fragmented as humans

 HOPE


A poison the heart willingly feasts on,

Worshipping the mythical light, an insane lovelorn,

A demand so out of reach, yet still beseeched,

The vulnerable heart stays adamant, helplessly bewitched. 

Through and through the mind sings its quasi legacy,

Moving on its path with staunch hypocrisy,

Dwelling on the details having no solid roots,

Clueless mind gorging on its tasteless fruits. 


The weight of years, a chain of rust,

Each linking a moment with a fragile trust,

In the path darkness draws, hard and cold,

A sunbeam waits for her to hold. 

A glimmer of light, thin and frail,

Just enough for the belief to set the sail,

A sudden warmth, a spark of thrill,

Urging to climb the unending hill. 


"Is this really happening?" Ponders the moody mind,

Knowing the warmth of light, a loyal foe of humankind,

Plants a seedling full of plausible dreams,

Only to leave behind a tree of broken screams.

As if on cue, the light recedes from view,

A delusion in disguise, an extended curfew,

A revision of the half-remembered game,

And hope becomes a hollow name.


Hello, readers.

First of all, my sincere apologies for not posting anything in a while due to various reasons. I "hope" today my words would make you feel different and anew. Let me know your thoughts in the comment section.

Wishing you a day truly deserving and happening!

Location: Cuttack, Odisha, India

Comments

  1. Abhishek Patnaik3 September 2025 at 04:01

    Absolutely beautiful, hauntingly deep, with stunning imagery that captures the tug-of-war between hope and despair.
    Keep up the good work🤗

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