Fleeting Peace

By Sneha Vishwakarma

From the very first breath , I whispered goodbye ,

A soul stitched in shadows under a breaking sky . 

Fate , a cruel artist , painted me in light , gave me hands to hold hope , 

in a never ending fight . 

I searched for peace in the stillness of rain , 

In the hush of light , in numbness of pain . 

But peace is mirage , dancing just out of sight ,

A promise half-written in silence of night .

They gave me people , hearts heavy and kind , 

But even warm couldn’t quite my mind .

Laughter echoes , but never quite stays ,

Like sunlight slipping cold , empty days . 

To crave life is to ache , to suffer , to try , 

to find fragments of heaven beneath a broken sky .

yet the closer I reach , the further it flies ,

peace is the dream , but chaos never dies .

By Sneha Vishwakarma