THE DAY THE WAVES CAME

 If I was supposed to die today, what would I not give to not feel the desperation that precedes it

Oblivion

I realised almost all my fears were about dying without being appreciated for what I am good at.

Time

Time spills over onto my skin.

The Existential Dilemma

Only the faces change.

Void

I live, Day after day, With you not around me. I know years have passed, And time should have filled up that vacant space, With memories anew. But the ache remains the same, In no way lessened. I wake up with the thought of your absence, Piercing my skin like needles. And it lingers on……

Tithonus

Fear II

I heard footsteps in my room. Someone stood for a moment right beside the bed. That person hurriedly moved towards the bathroom to ensure there was no one hiding and shouted something in a language I had no knowledge of. He ran outside, and they ambushed someone in the very next room. I felt suffocated……

Loss

I buried her, a tiny ball of fur too small for my hands. And there were no mourners, except the cat. I could hear her, upstairs, rummaging through the closet, for her first and the only kitten. My heart ached, for I felt I had tricked her, into believing, that she was still there. While

Gone

One day I’ll die. And the world, forgetful as it already is, in hibernating spell shall lie, unaware of the tragedy. What happens then, of promises that weren’t kept? Does it remind them of an untrue me, who in a painless hurry, left. What happens to bed time stories? Of passion flaring up in a