The silent land eludes me, Hidden by a veil of smoke; Created by my burning memories, And the flames on my soul; The visitor spoke of peace, An eternal sense of calm; But she lays beneath poison ivy, Covered by funeral flowers’ dust; I converse with the devil henceforth, Play around on the grave with her; Blaming her for the noise in my head, But never burying her instead.
Akshita, is just another teenager trying to find her place in the world. Passionate about writing she calls her pieces the extensions of herself. Her work has been published in magazines like Masticadores India and Masticadores USA. She welcomes visits to her blog: Anthology of Akshita’s Thoughts.
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