"In the midst of bustling sound Feeling too overwhelmed in my mind Seems like words are nowhere to find. passing through a block, a phase or the place of nothingness to find. Swaying from nowhere to everywhere , Reaching to numbness in my hand Feels like defeated by words in the end. I am thinking of people I love, the friend I'm about to give up on, the friend turning into my solace, the person I'm yet to become, And the endless stories about them while discovering one of my own. But yet having short of story to form, With the voiceless voice of my own. There’s no way words can fail me, not now. They shall rise and regain the power anyhow. Unaffected by the flood of tides, I shall retrieve back tomorrow, if not now. ©Divya Sharma"