By Lakshya Anant
Faith, Not Hope, Not Religion
I don’t have faith in hope
Hope is a beggar walking through the blaze,
Faith is the resilience that leaps over it.
Melancholic solitude; wallowing in misery
How can I ever choose love
When I don’t even choose me.
Doves and rains, cold breeze persists
The idea of me died when the faith waivered
Sounds of sniveling, I wonder how can I help
Metanoia unwinding itself, glimmers of Hope reeking out; I see.
Detesting how my faith doesn’t let me unravel the obscurity
Every time I write about this solemnity
Faith pulls me back and comforts me.
Now I’m aboard this ship;
Waves, Storms, and this hovering anxiety…
I would’ve hoped that I don’t fall into this sea
But then again, I don’t fear it anymore.
I may not be a wealthy man, my love…
But at least I have this Faith.
Lakshya Anant is a law student based in Delhi, India. He is passionate about Dream Pop music, Robert Pattinson movies, romantic poetry, and singing.