Within | Jiya Narang

In my slumber so deep

I see oceans, a tangled web of whims

Scorching heat of winter afternoon

Abandoned fields and voids, a handful

Drenched to the core, a shivering soul

Robbed of its essence, dreading the dark and its fragile chained monsters

I hear chiming bells announcing the arrival of the unknown, silent screams of the dead

A world beyond the gleaming eyes of agony, the one I seek, lost in the rainbow hues

A reflection, now at crossroads

Misery, it beholds

The broken mirror sees a light making way

The starry shadows once donned