Of all the ways life could drain me,
It somehow chose you to be the negotiator.
Deep down I curse myself for things I see,
Never once intending to be a fighter.


Everything seems to be like a curse that lasts forever,
Making hope and glee feel temporary.
Finding myself  again feels  harder than ever,
Yet losing myself feels like visiting a cemetery.


Losing my will to speak was never on my list,
The sea inside me no longer asks to be heard.
Here I sit writing of all that life consists of,
Remembering every moment that cut like a sword.


Yet somewhere beneath the ruins still I remain,
A quiet echo refusing to disappear.
For even a soul acquainted with endless pain,
Learns somehow to survive another year.


Avignya hailing from Bhubaneswar India is a  fresher architect with a keen interest in heritage conservation, urban design, landscape and product designing . She enjoys exploring historic places, sketching, traveling, photography, reading, cooking, and expressing her thoughts through poetry and creative writing.