On a serious note,
I am broken.
Every minute I can feel that.
Loosing grip over reality.
Turning into a woebegone.
Sinking into no man’s land.
On a serious note,
I am alone.
I am alone in this goddamn world.
And it sucks to be.
I’ve lost every accompany.
Or may be I never had any.
On a serious note,
I don’t know what it is.
Some are going to remember me.
And others will surely discard.
Some will forget in the first place.
And few will follow years later.
On a serious note,
I have nothing to do with it.
I care the least.
Yes, I do. (I do.)
I can’t deal with this namby-pamby-
Penchants but react out of my tantrum.
On a serious note,
It’s all familiar to me—
To be in helluva mess,
To feel low very often,
To feel suicidal,
And all the euphoric loop.
On a serious note,
I am badly damaged.
I am damaged beyond repair.
And I am ok with it-
Even if I am not.
And it’s poignant.
On a serious note,
I am done with everything topsy-turvy.
I am done with innumerable loss.
And with this emotional rollercoaster.
I am done and dusted with life-
And all its low-key affairs.
By Tiyasha Khanra
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