Pyre

In the pyre of grace,

Burnt ashes of self doubts flays,

Judgement releases itself as smoke,

First for itself and then for all,

In the drum beating of bearings,

I stand unburdened of passions that are never mine,

Unhealed bits fray away as soot,

Nerves purged and vibrate,

Released I am from fears

Enough I am for me

New specks start flowing again

Threw it all

Start anew

Answering only to that which never lets go

– Rupika Moitra