The horizon holds,

more than I know.

A burden

that weighs my heart.

My touch so cold,

My laugh, a robot;

My eyes, betraying.


An urge to run

propels me.

The thrust of the wind threatens

to push me off;

I want to fly,

I want to sink.


To touch that spot

where earth meets sky

and disappear

into an oblivion.

That is where I belong.

          – Written by Roshini Sridhar