By Sneha Chakraborty | 29.06.22

I am divine, yet I chose to be near you. Just a little, only enough to hear you. You admire my beauty, but with more fear than desire. It's only for a moment, until a foul notion comes along, asking you to approach closer, and before you know it's gone. I don't blame you, It’s a stunning garb I put on, I knit it on my own. I am sent what I am owed from all the worlds of no escape, where many ones saw with a gaze lot like yours, they pay their dues in shimmering gold or shattering cold, and I weave my robe with this cruelty of my very own. What you see changes life and reality, but forget not, I show only the end in an illusion.