Where has my eloquence disappeared?
I pause, I stumble.
Dissect every thought
Into minute fragments that
No longer make sense.
That seem out of context.
Purposeless.
On, I ramble.
Then I wonder what I was trying to say.
What led to this cut up, incoherent stream of words?
What am I thinking now, and how did I get here?
Just stop. For a moment. You. You consciousness.
Embrace the blankness. Feel it. Confine it. Try.
Don’t let it slip out of your grasp,
Sucked by the vortex of blabber circling you,
A pack of hunger crazed dogs.
Anything to fill their empty bellies.
Whispers become bellows.
An orchestra with cellos.
A mishmash of
Music and noise.
Peace and restlessness.
What am I thinking now, and how did I get here?
Paw prints on the sand.
Remnants of thoughts once clear.
Wiped by the waves
Till every last trace is gone.
But suddenly
Drops pelt down from the sky
Relentless.
A typewriter.
Pounding hard and fast to print the words
Before they fade.
Magic ink.
Why can’t I say what I wanted to say?
A blank sheet spreads before me.
Cold. White.
No last vestiges of confusing calculations.
All erased.
Vanished into thin, cold air
Which grows thicker with
Hazy apparitions of unvoiced, unnamed sentiments.
What did I want to say?
I don’t remember at all.
It’s lost somewhere.
Buried deep
Under a heap
Of pointless considerations.
– Written by Niharika Dixith
– Artwork by Shashank Tomer
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