Dysphoria

Dysphoria

Detaching oneself from the lively splendour,

It is the heart that is no more tender.

Altering aspects and innocence in behaviour, 

Evolving into our own saviour;

Inquiring one's own existence,

Ripens out as a major consistence.

Insecurity... a grave concern,

The root of the frigid soul to burn!

Breath deepens; gasping out -

The heart is burdened and pains throughout...

Constantly tossing, tends to seem,

Like a restrained creature dying to scream!

Yelping inside with eyes dry,

Unable to expel, unable to cry.

The only urge which retains as a whole -

Is the evaporation of the soul!

                                       Riddhi Chakraborty