Afterlife - Bhaanvee Anthraper

Leaving trails behind me

I walk towards the shore

I hear my heart roar

I hear my soul’s plea.

I walk towards the light

Escaping the darkness

I can’t smell the foul odour from the carcass

It’s almost midnight.

But oh, this beauty of the afterlife

I wander yet never get lost

My pride never gets tossed

What a joke - the elixir of life.

I am a lost soul, in this abyss

“My skin burns”, I hiss.

- Bhanvee Anthraper

Photo: Atharva Kenkre