by Mimansha Ranjan
Contributing Writer and Public Relations Manager
I am anonymous;
Known to a few,
I am silence;
Breaking through your doors.
I am mystery;
Darker than before,
A little crimson;
Like the melting sun,
Or an irony maybe; never been enough.
A hue; making you forget the sorrow,
An ecstasy; capturing your gaze;
Or maybe a carefree masterpiece of tomorrow.
I am belief, keeping you amazed;
The energy that created me,
And all my vibrant atoms.
My blood isn't red or green,
I am not my smile but the laughter and scream,
I am not just a dialogue, but the script,
Strongly disagreeing to the unfounded.
I am the song that I sing,
I am the violence, that is never missed;
I am the ocean; out of your reach,
With its scary unreachable fathom.
I am not unoriginal; in the world of falsehood,
I am not just a girl,
But an architecture; unreal and sacred,
A replica shipped from Atlantis.
I am a human, an animal;
I am you, I am beautiful.
I am a pearl guarded inside an oyster;
It took many lives for me to arise.
I am the air that I breathe;
I am a particle; all restless,
I am the universe that is never witnessed.
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