It feels like fleeing, a ghost in the fray,
A tangled web, darkening day by day,
The burden grows, unseen, yet there,
Each step a shadow, bending under care.

I can't trace where the edge lies thin,
But with each breath, I fold within,
A silent push through a maze of cost,
Desires dissolved, a soul long lost.

Figures loom, masked and sly,
Their hollow smiles, I pass them by,
No matter how I fade from view,
They find the cracks, they seep through.

A whisper lingers, deep in my core,
To shield, to silence, to endure more,
I take it all, yet leave no trace,
A mirror to the void, an empty face.

What binds me tight, I cannot say,
Why I don’t break, or turn away,
Everything consumed, nothing returns,
In quiet depths, my essence burns.
BY:– SAURABH SIKDER