Drifting soul

Picture by Sanjay Lokhande
 Butterflies long gone
A stint of swarming flies
An open grave
With an empty casket
No dead flowers or any rotten flesh
Should have buried everything
When there was still a chance
It’s too late now
Slowly rotted, then eaten away
Not a bite left behind
Yet there exists a wisp of soul
Floating away among the smoke
No land to land within sight
No hand to clasp within grasp

© 2021 Janani Arvind. All rights reserved.

7 Comments Add yours

  1. cypher says:

    Hope you read this🙂. Feel free to follow the blog

    Liked by 1 person

  2. judeitakali says:

    Woah, this is dark and poignant. Beautifully written. Would like to know more about your thoughts behind it. 🙏🏾

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Janani says:

      I wrote this as a time when you glance back and realise your old self is almost gone from existence and you regret not having the time to mourn it!
      I’m still not sure if I conveyed it well enough or ended it properly though 😅


      1. judeitakali says:

        You did a good job, poetry is often interpreted a bit differently for each person. I just hoped you weren’t in a state of despair coz it felt so real.

        Liked by 1 person

        1. Janani says:

          To be honest, I wrote it a while back when I was at a very low point. Writing kind of cleanses me😄. Also I’m glad you liked it. Makes me feel much better about posting it!

          Liked by 1 person

  3. Aintamuggle says:

    Oh God! The is beautiful but aching. Brilliantly done ❤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Janani says:

      Thank you Pooja! 😊


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