A breath, then another.
Eyes fall open.
Reaching for the little pink pill of ignorance and anesthesia,
I notice they’re over, bottle empty.
A silent scream escapes my trembling lips
Help me, for I am falling awake.
Where is this world today ?
Where is this conundrum of a life going?
Who are the strangers that surround me,
For, the worst kind of lonely
Is when surrounded by so many.
The bony shackles that helped me rest
Now weigh me down.
The thoughts that were a sweet lullaby of ignorance
Now scream a thousand cacophonic melodies
Of abandonment, of disappointment;
Please, make it stop;
Help me, for I’m falling awake.
Winters break into spring
And night breaks onto day;
Time moves forward
And I, an outsider
A mere observer, stays lost in its place
Cradled in sleep that ebbs only to draw me again into its dark, comforting depth.
I’ll believe in the world when what’s dead comes to life.
It’s too soon to break this tranquil slumber.
So help me, for I’m falling awake.
Varsha Renjit was born in Trivandrum, India. She now lives in Pune, Maharashtra. She graduated from Armed Forces Medical College, and poetry is one of her most favorite hobbies.