The storm entrenched her psyche as the ship of her existential bane found itself in the abyss of nowhere. 
She found her sanity hanging by a thread as she drowned in the last morsel of care.
The land she escaped from bled her till the last breath of glee
All she could afford for her survival was the inevitable catastrophe that, ironically, was the one that set her free
The tumult of the oceanic realm that embellished in the chaos of the blue
She jumped into the uncertain waters, as she yearned to find the anchor in the storms hidden in her sinew.
The lonely whispers of the siren waters whispered in self-doubt.
As she questioned every journey she had been riveting about 
She is drowning in the callous currents of her own cascading mind.
Leashed by the bounds of the inevitable, the certain light of magnanimity she yearns to find
Oh, how plausible are the winds of the existential bane, one that ensnares the tides 
As she finds herself entrenched in the abyss of nowhere, with a smile she hides the storm brimming in her inside
Lost in the quest to find my steady land,
She sails in the waters of the dystopian sight of hope, to finally embrace the light in her hands.
Swivelling with the ball of the mortal dance.
Whether she sinks or swims beckons to be a matter of chance.

-Hridya Sharma