By Anushka Chaudhary
WRITE
When the sun goes down
And the light goes out,
I can walk the lonely streets
Thinking about ways
To deal with pressure,
Waiting for the dawn to crack.
I can shout.
But, instead,
I write. I paint. I sing. I dance.
And I write. Again.
I pour my heart out
When I write.
My body screams words
And my pen screeches.
I let it go,
Let it flow.
Some things hurt only when
You hold onto them.
Death is peaceful.
It is the effort to prevent it
That hurts, isn't it?
Sometimes,
There's so much to say.
But my mouth?
It chooses to remain shut.
No why, how or what.
The pen and the paper empower me.
They are my safe haven
Amidst the battle within,
Companions through
Thick and thin.
They are the retreat for my inner recluse.
Nowhere can I find more peace.
Nowhere.
Anushka Chaudhary is an undergrad student in University of Delhi. She is also an ardent reader, who enjoys romance and crime thrillers at her leisure. She likes to travel.
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