The Immortal Ghosts of Mortal Language

The mind is a strange place...

3/12/20251 min read

As the dilemmas within me negotiated violently for time to be bought…

Truth laughed while spying at me and it made destiny wonder…

The immortal ghosts of mortal language were roaming free in thought…

And patience defended its existence, but refused to surrender…

To the silly contemplative nature of someone simply experiencing life…

Its waves, it games, all its meticulous strands…

That weaved experiences and called it age…

While at 21 years, I regret not running fast enough

I still fail to measure the joy of taking my first step at 1…

And hence I ask, what possibly is the purpose of my life?

Faith embraced me and replied, “to live” …

The immortal ghosts of mortal language were roaming free in thought…

Yet were caged to merely exist, yearning to live…

About the Author

Sanithya Jayakumar is an aspiring poet studying Spanish and Sociology at Delhi University. Sanithya’s poems resonate with raw emotion and lyrical finesse. Drawing inspiration from life’s intricacies, she explores different themes of identity, perception, and creativity with authenticity and depth.

Instagram: @sanithyaa_

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