Nothing

Nothing moves
in the still haze of noon

the wind calm dead

the leaf hangs motionless
from a dusty twig

a ravaged silence
emptied emotions
burnt in the spent fires
washed away by life absent

there is no road
only a creeping desert
~

rejection

The pain is not the kind that
shatters you at one go
and benumbs the brain.
It’s the kind that chips away at life
Drop by drop, draining, slowly ebbing
Like a slash on the wrist gone wrong

I didn’t know what else to do
They say
tell your friends - if only I had one
Family – dad would have crumbled

I was moved to a hospital
and realised
how truly lonely I was.

Even Death was not ready
to welcome me.

~~

© Alaka Yeravadekar