Out here in the cold,
I sink my feet into the water.
Though my throat is sore,
But does it even matter?
I dove into the future,
I dove into his name,
Has he that power on me?
I cry in shame. 
The flow takes me over,
The deepness too.
Passing through new horizons,
Who knew, I could be like him too.
In the potions of gratitude for him,
I could always invest.
But with that growing feeling,
Would I be there to tell you the rest?
Will that strength engulf me?
Or will it let me be?
Will his story guide me?
Or will I be like the nook to his knee?
My questions confuse me,
He left giving no answers.
My thoughts strike me,
Like sun in the darkest hours.
Does this make sense to you?
Because he never did to me.
The shattered glass of the vase I broke,
Still lies on the ground right next to me.
Thoughts provoking.
Eyes deceiving.
What could I do more to come out of this state?
The bottle doesn't seem to help me 
In keeping that memory distant and safe.
My decision is made, the mind is clear.
No tick or tock is going to make me wait.
The intention is set and I am going in debt,
Of all the people trying to make me feel so great.
For a natural disaster and a natural remedy are naturally destined to occur,
And now, the time is right with the bait high up.
And I am certain I will reach.
Just one more step and I am there,
Going down but staying up to preach.
-Dakshiani Bhan