Haunted by sorrow’s echo and solitude’s embrace, Mohini delves into life’s tapestry, questioning the threads of hardship woven into our journeys, only on Different Truths.

Heart full of sorrow
Arms full of solitude
Lips sealed in silence
Eyes sore with tears
Heartbeat stale
 
I walk this walk
Of Suffering
I talk this talk
Of misery
For God-made-man
To suffer and die
Perhaps a tool for His joy?
Man’s destiny is suffering.
God’s will is man’s suffering
So, suffer we may,
Till the end of times
Hack our hearts into pieces
Happiness is only a mercy
In the court of His Majesty
Poor man
Poor, suffering, sinfully anatomized.

Picture design by Anumita Roy

Mohini Awasthi

Mohini Awasthi, a 24-year-old poet from Lucknow, has completed her graduation and post-graduation from the University of Lucknow. Currently, she is pursuing her PhD in English from Indira Gandhi National Open University. In the poems, she attempts to capture the social sadness that the world has presented to her. She is on her way to understanding this world and its nuances. Her writings vent her bitter-sweet life.