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written by: Ayushman Jamwal



My words are heavy,
My truth I struggle to carry,
Memories like a stifling collar,
Before this daunting dark I only grow smaller,
I dive into this crowd with just my voice,
I cry and they rejoice.

They chant my name with all their heart,
My walls tremble, I almost fall apart,
I yearn for silence, a small piece of sun,
Even there darkness creeps, my mind comes undone,
I run back to the hungry masses with very little choice,
I cry and they rejoice.

They call my words an eternal sermon,
Dark and vivid shards of a life uncertain,
They wade into my sorrow tethered to their light,
They marvel at me consumed in this blight,
The fame of futile enlightenment, yet a life devoid,
I cry and they rejoice.

My spirit goes weary with every song,
The exorcism of my music is not too strong,
No wisdom or melody to kill my monsters,
Endless love and devotion, but no faith to conjure,
I shed every breath now,
To savour myself again, into the night I fly,

Now I rejoice and they cry.

Ayushman Jamwal

Ayushman Jamwal

Ayushman Jamwal is a 27-year-old journalist based in New Delhi. He is a Senior News Editor at CNN-News18. Ayushman is a graduate of the Cardiff School of Journalism, United Kingdom and started writing poetry when he was a student at the Doon School in Dehradun. He lives with his parents, younger brother, grandmother and dog Leo.
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