I tell myself,
That the future will be better.
But little do I realise
That it’s now or never.
Faith in God?
Pen, mightier than the sword?
Struck in the crowd?
Stitching my own shroud?
Inspired by illusion
Motivated by confusion
Separating feeling from emotion
Is my aim a delusion?
But I keep going on,
Striding on the waves of time,
Because existence, is an art sublime.
Ayush Shekhar
Ayush Shekhar 