In a complete and serene silence
and through our scrutinizing eyes
Maybe we’d walk for miles,
reciprocating each other’s smiles;
caring not to look at the judging eyes,
pretending to be deep in thoughts,
pretending to be wise.
it’ll be just a stroll in a park,
caring not if there’s still light or if it’s dark.
In complete and calming silence we’d sit,
ignoring the eyes calling us misfits.
Maybe we’d sit on the freshly mowed grass,
staring into each other’s soul in a trance.
it’ll be in a luxurious restaurant seat,
where slowly will our hands crave to meet.
In a complete and pious silence we’d live,
where full trust will we swear to give.
Maybe it’ll be near a city,
where the people surrounding us will be witty.
it’ll be far away in a melancholy house,
where one day we’d be enthusiastic,
and another, we’d lose.
And through this silence,
we’d get to know each other’s strengths and fears,
and give contagious laughs, while wiping the dripping tears.
Within this silence,
will echo your screams filled with pain and agony,
while the sharp knife in my hand will twist unhappily.
“For speaking lies here is a crime”,
My shadow will whisper to you all covered in grime.
And then will I wake,
feeling as though through my heart is a stake.
“It’s just a dream”
I’ll convince myself, I’m sure,
but the shadow,
the shadow will lurk there and lure.
as you open your mouth and let the meaningless words dart,
how much I want to shove the sharp knife straight into your heart.
A nightmare it has now become,
and slyly my shadow whispers,
“Darling, they have just begun.”
(By Anjali Sharma.)
Anjali Sharma: She’s 20, lives in New Delhi, India. Currently, a history honors student, who’s also a content writer at Withered Weedy Writers.