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
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