Between Fog and Sparks
written by: Devika Viswanath
Some days, “hurray— I have got this.”
“Perhaps it will never work,” echoes—
Sooner or later.
A soul, mummified in endless dreams,
Yells to be heard,
Yet remains muted.
At two in the afternoon, my thoughts carry the weight of fog;
By five, they burst into sparks.
Tears gather without reason.
Before they fall, a smile surfaces—
Maybe a reassurance,
Or camouflage.
Words echo through the room,
Until silence holds the seat.
Being present, but unseen—
What a beautiful paradox to be human.
Longing to be understood, yet standing accused;
Surrounded by many, yet feeling painfully alone.
Perhaps this is what life holds—
The storm moves. The stillness stays.
Shaped by both, we roll on—
Still becoming.
Devika Viswanath is an emerging author based in the UK, with roots in India. Her works explore the vast landscape of the human mind, giving voice to emotions that often remain unspoken. Her works focuses on both personal and universal themes and she is currently working on her debut poetry collection.
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