I heard everything but myself
When a day came without human voices, this is what I heard:
Cracking bones after oversleeping
Crunch of a fruit then a gulp
Watermelon seeds spitted in a bowl
The clock, running and mocking
A lonely bird’s call, anticipating love
A bus honking on a distant highway, enjoying the empty road to itself
A neighbour’s hurried footsteps in the apartment upstairs
Creak of door, a lull, a drawn out sigh.
Gulps of water quenching a parched throat
An absence, a disconnect, a heartbreak.
I heard his silence but could not hear myself saying ‘I am enough’.
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Parnal Sattikar
3 months ago
Beautifully written!!
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