Silence drips into the moments
slowly pouring water and
The clock only makes sounds.
and the dark room is staring at you
whispering, “It is all that you wanted”
But you still have the ache constant,
in your head,
hard to remember.
Your mother will no more advise you in every moments,
your father will no more tell stories
to you, about his adventures.
Your siblings will no more irritate you, not only once a day.
You get your wishes,
bring down from heaven.
but still you have the ache, constant
falling from eye’s corners, as tears.
There will be no more quarrel,
you have to listen from the neighbours,
The cats will no more come
to make your bike’s seat,
their home.
The birds will no more jostled around
your window seat,
and the street dogs will no more bark at each other, in anguish
Everything has became stable,
as you have wanted and endeavoured.
But, still you have the ache constant,
in your heart, hard to breathe.
When you realise that,
Sometimes some unpaved wishes
are celestial till they are wished for,
not turning into reality.
and there are some feelings
that only heals in the noise,
a chaotic presence but enjoyment
through the moments,
which form a home
at the end of life.
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Debadrita Sarkar
Picture Nick Victor
Debadrita Sarkar is a writer and Poet based in India. Her works has been featured in more than twenty periodicals around India, UK, USA, Netherlands, Croatia and Chile. She has authored and self published more than five Chapbooks and illustrated and written a childrens picture book “Seasons” available on Storyweaver platform.
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