Pavan Walvekar

And when I heard his story,

When he put his heart out.

When he told me silently,

How he bears, day in and out.

That’s when I thought

I hadn’t, much really done.

How he was being wasted away

I had picked up shards of shattered ego

And made myself into something appealing.

Like confetti that rains during celebration,

You discarded me after my revelation.

Now your careless whispers have engulfed me

In chromatic hues, behind the shadowy curtain.

Lights make no matter for you have drowned me

Sweetheart, we are already broken.

We join these fragments of time

Of us happy and fine together

We both want the same thing,

Only the best.

But our opinions are like the two poles

Let’s see what happens to us.

Aren’t you curious?

No?

Aren’t you tired

Of this fucked up routine?

Or do you want to find out

How far we can take this

You cannot see me with your eyes,

I hover six feet above your head.

You never truly did, even when

My flesh had blood and breath.

To get what your required

Was the only thing expected of me.

I whelped my shame and burned my ego

To materialize your every need.

I persevered the relentless job

Of taking pain and blending it into silence.

So that you would perceive a moment

Of being content by my presence.

You overlooked my afflictions

Even as I bared them naked.

Your tears and sadness eludes me now

For my heart lies there forsaken.

Blood turned to water, bones into ashes,

Hairs tangled and skin marred with rashes.

A longing to be loved, a desire to be desired.

A body to be warmed, a soul to be admired.

The thick blob of salty tears

The heavy sobs you bring forth,

Are not for the memory of my life,

But the loss of my worth.

As I hover six feet above your head,

My life thieved from you, before my time.

The struggles and loneliness

I endured before, seems so sublime.

You didn’t see me then; you cannot see me now.

I am invisible, hidden behind a veil of clouds.

My presence never mattered before, but

Don't try to twist his arm.

It will only do you harm.

He is a silent rebel,

His temper, collecting in a vessel.

Don't try to pierce his ear.

You could materialize an unknown fear.

His silence will bind your wrists.

With your fingers clenched in fists.

Wrapped in a blanket of responsibility,

The spirit can forgo only so much liberty.

Only because he is obligated to society.

He can showcase only so much sincerity.

If he resolves to cease answering

You’ll be burdened to keep searching.

For the dream you always dreamt,

We need a correction, in time.

We need a correction, to divide,

Ourselves from ourselves,

From mind to speech,