Salvation.

salvation, i dreamt of it,

as i laid under the lilac sky,

but then i had an epiphany,

turned out that, the longing for salvation,

was my velleity.

i am done with fate deciding for me,

it's suffocating, like someone has me on a chokehold,

to look back every time,

and be petrified of taking the next step.

the mauve of the dusky sky intensified,

and the hugest star known to human kind,

said it's bye for the night,

and gave way to thousands of other.

done being an eccedentesiast for the day,

i sang to the daisies around me,

about how i have induratized myself

to just thwart the chaos inside of my head.

asking question after question

never did the daisies answer me before,

nor will they today.

and i weeped, and weeped and weeped.

By Deva (Eva) Nandana.