Ever heard
the whisper of loneliness?
Or the
screams of silence?
The sound
of unrequited love?
The vacuum
left behind once a heart has been bared?
The moment
a person is on your mind
And you scroll
through rectangles
for there
is a chime which is happiness for you
And it has
found happiness somewhere else
The
conscious mind can only inflict pains
that it can
tolerate on itself
The
unconscious is more cruel
not knowing
the pains it condemns
Struggling
through a barrage of “maybe” and “someday”
you ponder
on the wave of emotions two words can bring
Maybe.
Someday. She says
Maybe,
someday… you hear
Looking for
respite from your own mind
You seek
comfort which distance denies
in food and
flesh and sweat and thrift
Not knowing
voids such are uncompromised
Torture is
not what the body endures
torture is
the image the mind conjures
For every
punishment is first suffered in the mind
and every
scar is etched last from memory
Going
through the day with endless words
Knowing
which are not safe to venture on
Dancing
carefully, on the carpet of dreams
Yet finding
moments, which avert belief
Perhaps a
stranger could lend an ear
One who
comes without judgment’s fear
No
prejudices on how holy we ought to have been
just be
hear our story and never again be seen
And
distances make me so helpless
that I envy
the coffee cup
which gets
to kiss your sleepy lips
awake every
cold and bitter morning
And I wait
for you to love me
the way I
know I cannot stop loving you
but someday
my persistence may fail my love
because I
deserve more than a “maybe. Someday”
Vishal Gupta
27 January 2020
