Does it scare you?

 

Does it scare you?

The sheer uncertainty of life?

Obscure as shreds of uncalled voices

Mystic as mornings of blurry abyss

Myth settles in the delicate cracks

Of what is yet to begin, of what is yet to dim.

The mellow coherence of heartbeats

Aligned up for show

The creepers along the spine

Are still yet to grow.

How do you cease to hide?

The stealthy corners and your eyes

How do you cease to hide,

The dubious heart, dwelling to bide.

Riddhi Chakraborty