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"I'm alive at last; and I'm full of joy." - Benjamin Barker

Night and day in my reverie

But a constant has there been.

And in you I did confide

Whilst I was sweetly belied.

Everything malicious of you

I made believe were imagined

The tenacity of my faith

Twisting the way I perceived

As a fool to be wrapped

In an oblong box

To be taken from the shelf

As you play along.

A fickle child so naïve

Knowing not of your ways

As a demon in the corner

Cauterizing my stitches. 

There's no denying you've

Not been an angel;

Or ever bolstered me

In the acme of my diffidence.

And yet today I feel that

You are no one, and nothing.

Beclouded by your eminence

And the brevity of your bliss

Yet in your presence, I

Believed I'd found myself.

But a fool to be thrown

In that smothering box

Still a promise to start over

And assume I'm breathing.

Over your callousness, I'm jaded

And sickened by this transience.

This isn't me, the destroyer.

It is time I learned letting go.

And forever in friendships

I aver, lie disparities.

But in their coexistence,

I postulate, lies intimacy.

Had our angels prevailed;

As in our advent, we'd be.

And I regret not this schism

Because I know it's best for me.

So split me open, crop me out

Impugn me for our mess

Vindicate me, apologize

Or abase me for our fate.

Do what you will, know that

It is on this dirge that I dance.

In the cold florescence of tonight

I denounce this vicarious life.

It is very difficult to see;

And yet now, I believe in me.

For today from your fences I’m

Digging my ways out.

-Aviral Kulsreshtha, 1st year