Burning in the fire of your love,
I’m about to turn to ash,

My train of emotions running low,
Will collide with numbness with a bash.
Who to blame for this mess of things?
I blame me, for catching the feelings
A thousand needles piercing my skin,
It’s this numbness that’ll help me through thick and thin

Like a lonely walk on a snowy winter night,
I’m about to become cold, dark and finite
Losing hope, losing love, losing all things that makes me human,
My whole self is left in ruins. -Rudra

Souls and fire
It’s time to introspect,
No one is ever perfect,
Yet when there is a desire to strive,
The fire in our souls remains alive.
We learn, we inspire, we create,
We fall, we fail, we negate,
Yet when there is a spark in our eyes,
The fire in our souls remain alive.
Loneliness and anxiety hit us hard,
Our hopes and dreams shatter to shards,
Yet when there is a will to thrive,
The fire in our souls remains alive.