Even Silence Bleeds Sometimes..
While seeking a reason after the wrong, Not receiving answers for what I asked— Solitude begins to feel like isolation. When the soul departs from the living being, Anger from a favourite person cuts deep. That moment—betrayed by the trusted one. A celebration without colours, A deep sea holding its pressure, Packing all my things on the last day of school, Opening the tap mid-bath—yet no water flows. A baby born without that first cry, A smile hiding silent irritation, Folding favourite clothes after they've been buried. A single percent—then it switches off. Attending an online meeting with a broken network, Success arriving—without lauds or support. Crossing oceans after leaving home behind, Walking away from the one I planned a future with. -Sana