Things hurt I know
I am vulnerable to even the rats
But this feeling has shaken the pedigree,
Now just a breeze is enough.
Why won’t this be!
Never before have I absorbed
The routine of the stars
Disrupting the peace that once inhabited my head.
The sun till now
Had never been this inefficient
In brightening my night!
And the chest had never been subject
To such a prolonged melancholy
That has hollowed my sternum.
Why else do you think?
My bed never releases me of its embrace
And my taste buds detect only nails!
There used to be a time when only winters were cold
Do seasons even intimate their arrival to me?
I know knot now!
What is this feeling?
That numbs me all but one
When I have everything else to lose
Why else should I not escape?
When even a scratched wall
Regresses me to that image
And even cricket seems unimportant!
Yes you heard it!
I have incessantly red wet eyes, insomniac!
And goose bumps to provide company.
I am forced to crave!
Ugly, equivocating and meddling
Untrue to only my own self,
To them I talk the most veracious.
Am I to blame for this? Fucking No!
I knew it all, but its always unplanned
Irresistible, it hits me like an avalanche,
Only a house can save.
But I can’t hate the mountain
Not even the snow!
It was me who was climbing.
And this all I can’t even share
For this may spoil their broth
In any case
My tears and I are destined for the vault.
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