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
Sakshi 