Seclusion

 

It’s like wanting some air to breathe

and stay still for a minute or two.

Allow me to pass please

for I am tired to continue.

Where can I find that open ground

with no one lurking around

and scream at the top of my voice

without being question bound?

All this pretension is making me sick,

Every person has to offer some or the other trick

but all I want is to be left alone for a while

because I know what I need to fix.

My voice is only heard when it is answering 

to the questions I incur.

It is like I have stopped talking to myself now

because my space has been invaded somehow.

Let me hear my voice again

with utmost silence everywhere

and allow me to talk it out

because lately, seclusion is all that I can think about.

Leave me alone for a while, fellow dwellers.

Let me grieve for a while, fellow strangers.

Let me speak to the one in the mirror

and help that man in getting better.

Let me be.

Crack in the Roof

 

Farthest corners have been held

for far too long now.

That roof is cracking

and there is so much snow.

Long held, water is dripping now

damping everything I know.

During sunlight of the summer

I barely feel the trouble

but now that I am cold,

the collapse seems inevitable.

But this is my home

and I shall go down with it, if need be.

Until then I’ll fix those cracks

which only the house owner can see.