I still feel blue.
It’s all murky, the future.
I feel like screaming.
I want to be free.
Free from the nightmare I’m stuck in.
Too tired of dwelling in the past.
Every night a tornado hits me.
A tornado of memories,
And it makes me feel lost.
Lost in the echoes of some voices.
Voices which are very familiar,
But now it belongs to some strangers.
No matter how hard I try to stay jovial,
No matter what I do.
Nothing changes for me.
I still feel blue.
-Abhishek Gupta