By Nilabja Das
i want to write
about the clutter
on my table
and about the
spaces between my
letters
i want to write
about the unread pages
of my book
and the crumpled, stained
t-shirt on the hook
i want to write
about the smoothness of
her skin
against the scars
of mine
i want to write
about the tinkling of
her laughter echoing along
the snorts of mine
i want to write
about my
whirling thoughts
and my
numb feet
i want to write
about the dangling fear
and the sweat from
the nightmares i bear
i want to write
about the sunshine in
my eye
blinding me till i
lose sight
i want to write
about movements in the
hall
and about the
silence between my father
and I
i want to write
about longing
and pain
and about eager eyes
waiting in vain
i want to write
about rain seeping in
and the crevices
on my soul
that let the light in
i want to write
and write
and write
and write
.
.
but my mind does
not stay silent
how do i make it all
stop.
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