Something watches my soul
Something lingers in the cold
Something curls up in the corners
And peeks from between the folds

Everything heckles my haunts
Everything jostles my jaunts
Everything casts a shadow
That cackles, and croons, and taunts

Nothing remains untouched
Nothing changes all that much
Nothing even prickles the silence
That sutures a bygone grudge

⁃ Akanksha Gupta