No One Died, Neither Me!
BLOOD. KNIFES. GUNS. ME.
I have never been lonely for past one month,
lonely so deep that it just snatched my sleep.
Deep in my thoughts that I started evaluating my past actions,
just to check where did I went actually wrong.
At first I couldn’t fine any reasons within me,
thinking that I am an Alzheimer disease.
Then at first I thought the problem lies within me,
deep inside the unfolded me,
strangled so hard to kill me with my sleep.
BLOOD! KNIFES! GUNS! and ME!
either I am dying or the people around ME!
And now it struck so hard that I got frightened from my sleep.
Now it’s been twenty-five days since I am running away from my sleep,
until you tucked me in your arms so sweet.
I must say, after those days of marathon,
I finally met with a beautiful dream.
No Gun! No knifes! No blood! No Me!
No one died, neither me!
The process went on longer and longer than it seemed,
until I noticed the first point I had mentioned, you see?
O my darling, I again realised that I am an Alzheimer disease!
Nor the dream came back neither did ME…
-Meghna Thanvi
