The dead lie in peace
or do they lie in wait,
like landmines
waiting to destruct
In the night, I tread carefully,
I know what’s at stake
but I know yet not another way,
strength still evades
From careful treading
to a confident stroll,
it dawns
“it’s not so dark now, is it ?”
pencil sketch on paper, edited and colored in photoshop
prayaas 