A Thought

By Aniket Patil

I am not alive,

Don’t know where my scars end and the body begins,

You cannot burn ashes or tangle with chaos.

I am not awake,

Don’t know if it was the drug or my despair,

You are not real in this ephemeral life.

I am not aware,

Don’t know why we are seeking to get lost all the time,

Nonetheless, you could not undo scrambled eggs.

By Aniket Patil