Blotting ink on the page, I unwrap words in my head.

If not now? they would suffocate and choke me to death.

To express the degree of things- disrupting, uncertain, unspecific.

Is to wear your heart on the sleeve, dauntlessly heroic.

Before you preconceive and teach me how to sail ahead.

I declare myself the master of my sea, your opinion I forbade.

Broken, trodden, crushed; from a young age

To the sulking masses, I bear grudges and enrage.

Bearing pain in my chest- deploring, shattering, wrenching.

I inject melody in my poetry and continue its singing.

Blood burnt, lessons learned, my brain hereby narrates:

The beauty of misery, the aesthetic of pain, raging in my vein.

Strangulated by the crowd, nothingness rapturing me around.

Like a huge grey cloud, this pile stacks up particles of doubt.

Constituting my emotion in the framework of a mosaic.

For several times, I attempted to unshackle my wreck.

But they never did, continued-pervasively and immense.

The bullets flew, shooting my cloud, I poured heavily like rains.

Pain- knocked me down, broke me up, stabbed me through;

But it also made me bolder, a bearer, believer all new!

Cleansing the spirits, pain is cathartic in real.

Turning your soul to a dove, renders magnificence and power sheer.

By the grace of the fire and flames in my vein.

I now lead my love, drive, life – all because of pain!

                                                                                                                                    ~ Shreesti Kumari

                                                                                                                                              Jamshedpur, India