Rolling the skin deeply
In the waters, rusting my bones
cold moisture seeps the pores
hits spine, undercurrents discharged
pupil widens, nostrils expand
I breathe in the black smoke
hair rise stiffens the nerves
muscles inflamed; cortisol infused
bloodstream rages like rivers in monsoon
myths dissolve in the violet rain
crumpled boats of paper, sink in puddles
the sky is a stone, grey & opaque
prayers bouncing back
no man in the sky, In seas
tiptoed to the edge
of a slippery rooftop
frictionless, I ask
Do I fall & live?
or do I hold on and die?
Siddharth is an Engineer by passion, Poet by design. Studying aerospace in France, he occasionally finds some time to reflect in a pond or study the pattern of gulls flying in the beach. Dark & twisted life of his is a concoction of melancholy & joy. He doesn’t stare into abyss; he has a flat there. Writing out of passion, Poetry reflects his struggles to overcome depression fuelled by his trauma & harassment. Sprinkled with a self-assumed sense of humor & a self-confessed love for rock music, he has been featured a few times on the front page of Allpoetry.com (weird flex!).