Unnoticed to the naked eye,
Concealed in the company of,
The Wild ferine crowd,
Savagely holding the,
Bruising windy-gun,
With bullets powerful enough to destroy my Psyche.My heart hammering constantly,
With a Vague Repellant Flavor of
Helplessness and Misfortune.
Unable to employ my words to expression.
“Speak up!! Don’t be nervous”, shouted the foregathering.
But I was drowning into my thoughts
“It’s just in your mind”, I kept repeating.
“Oizys, am I. The Goddess of Anxiety and Depression.
Her eyes glaring with
Grief, Death and Uncertainty.I ceased, winded stillness.
Sweat began to rain down from my forehead
A pungent terror rode down my spine
Fingers trembling
The neurons lose control
As I fell down from the stage
Yet again!!
Abhishek is a shy ‘Ink Soldier’ who contends a constant struggle with his ‘self’ within the silent chambers of his spirited psyche.
His words are field with underived intrinsic emotions that explain the psychological perspectives of simple everyday occurrences and events. A reader turned writer, he aims to breathe out his soul in every piece of work that his pen cultivates. He is pursuing his Master’s Degree in English Literature from University of Allahabad .


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