Such is the enormity of my emotions
that I’m unable to feel anything at all
Like how the mountains stand still
hugged by clouds and moss
Silent, gargantuan, patient
looking on upon the world
Like the sullen shoulder of the soldier
left standing alone on the battlefield
with nothing but scars and memories
bloodied hands and bloodied soul
carcasses abound, both friends and enemies
Wondering, what was the point of it all
Like the scream of terror of the Earth
when thunderstorms strike
crackling air with light and sound
hitting the Earth with all its might
The Earth just endures, and stays for the next blow
it knows, the storms will pass away
Like the call of unrequited love
the wonder which begs “what if”
The unspoken words, which scream the loudest
The prison of hope, that poisons the soul
The constant anxiety, of an unreturned message
The creeping hopelessness, that spares none
Like the memory of a beautiful experience
unreplicated, it grows bigger than the truth itself
Staying a memory, it stays unscathed
Lived, it risks being tarnished
the eventual hope of reciting the memory
silently stays bigger than the memory itself
Like the music that stays within the mind
cannot be expressed, sung, or found
it cradles the mind in tired moments
yet is somehow elusive in times on need
nameless, it lingers on
unexpressed, till its soothe turns to horror
Like the feeling of watching a loved one go away
hoping till the last breath for another moment
unspoken, but understood
knowing, that the meet was only to separate again
hoping, that the day comes
when each separation will only be to meet again
Such is the enormity of my emotions
that I’m unable to feel anything at all
just taking the step after the next
knowing what this life needs of me
And so I keep moving, looking for the “exit”
To find home, once more
Vishal Gupta
27th
March, 2022
