Alone. Thirst. Economy.


Pic: Ankita Shreeram

Alone.

Can’t a word stand alone
Before a fullstop?
The way I do
Before the finality of your words.
I teeter
But pride holds me aloft
Your cowardice hems me in
Holding me in place
Unable to move
In any direction but away.

Thirst

We sipped from each other’s minds
Careful not to drink too much
At a single swallow
So the pool would remain deep
Forever.
What I tasted intoxicated me
And I wanted more.
I wanted
To feed my insatiable thirst.

Economy

Careful, lest you say too much
Care too much
Let your love too loose
Orphaned
Unsettled
Aimless
You will disintegrate
Bit by bit
Pieces cast into
Dark, uncaring nothingness
And you will yearn
For the softest echo
For a sign
That you are being heard.