June 09, 2019


Hope is based on some incidents which happened to me yesterday, it reverberates along some of the lows and worst moments of my life.

Sitting in a quiet corner,
What all does he hold?
An essence of dolour and celerity,
He does what he's told
He hides the fervid in disguise
Illudes it very clear,
That his life was someone else's choice
Thus he was rend to bear,
He felt hopeless hopes
While his lips trembled,
A soul betoken
While his demons assembled,
Until that mist touched him
Stop those crescent defeats,
He drowns into a deep slumber
And the cycle repeats.

- Utkarsh Dubey