Author: Anika Bhardwaj

  • Dear Alchemist

    Dear Alchemist,
    turn all my dark memories into gold
    I am lost in the desert
    There is no hand to hold
    Oh, wind! Just hit me hard
    take away all my emotions
    And grant me my trump card

    Let these tears, free from my fears
    Glancing at day star, went so many years
    Seeing you is like looking at the sky
    damn it’s the hot height but
    Now I lose my passion for flight

    I felt I was riding on the wrong boat
    Unwilling shelving for seashore
    I can do nothing just wait
    Arrived at my destination
    but realize it is not my fate
    I wish I had learned to swim

    Just go now if you can’t abide
    Or come with me and stay by my side

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