Samridhi Girdhar/The Baron
The cosmic connection, the people we meet,
Some teach us lessons, some memories sweet.
Nostalgia clings like a bird to her egg
Grief in disguise, but I digress.
Redemption shaped in need for praise,
Authenticity lost in sublimated haze.
We build our bridges, then burn the poles,
Outliers thrive in hollow homes.
Culture fades, the stories stall,
But I will sing them through it all.
For a future dim and dreams gone torn,
I’ll be the voice of what’s forlorn.
Love in your chest, your glow so wide,
Like winter’s sun in the coldest sky.
Machinery hums, automation reigns,
Hatred coats our deepest veins.
Your pain and your lies,
The truth you disguise
Your glistening eyes,
With a flickering shine… almost saying goodbye.
