Castle in the Sky!

Castle in the Sky!

~Rithika Anand~

         

It is dead silent. 

I embrace darkness.

I can't feel my legs, 

I am a shapeless shadow. 

The air feels heavy, I gulp down breaths,

Trying to calm my nerves. 

The air smells of defeat and

Unsaid sorrows.

My hands shiver, and tears flow,

As I think of the people,behind the doors.

I shut my mouth with both hands,and

Cry till my whole body feels like liquid

A silent question pops in my mind,

What did I do to deserve this?

And like always, I hear no reply. 

I think of all the people

That put me here.

I am not angry,

Nor do I feel sorry. 

I don't curse,I pray.

That in due course, things should change. 

They should learn, 

For the one who ignited the dynamite,

I hope I make a blast. 

It is dead silent.

Darkness embraces me back.

My mind is a wreck.

A million thoughts, A million questions. 

I sense a quarrel, between

The Heart and The Brain, and thoughts 

At light speed, going in reverse. 

Down, Down and Down. 

My soul wails so loud, that

For a second I wonder, if it could be heard. 

If it did, 

Will someone save me?

It is dead silent. 

Darkness fills me. 

I smile. 

The cool marble stairs give me a warmth,

that cannot be described.

The old picture frames take me,

to a place that does not exist. 

The silence of the hour thrills me,

I am awake and I am alive. 

This will be my secret. 

I am afraid, but no one should know. 

It is dead silent. 

Darkness chokes me. 

A dog's howl pulls me out of my reverie. 

I stand. 

It is set in motion. 

It is done. 

A sense of clarity comes over me.

Tears don't flow anymore. 

I feel light and painless,

After a very long time. 

My decision. 

My Fate. 

My pathetic heart. 

My pulse still beats fast,

I don't listen, nor does my legs. 

I try to be silent,

It is after all, my little secret. 

I try to hope, but my 

Saviour does not arrive. 

The rusty gate to the terrace, does 

not make a noise today. 

A part of me, wants it to. 

A part, tiny little part. 

I realise now,

Pain is an illusionist. 

Makes you love recklessness.

A torturer and I, 

A rabbit in it's snare. 

Pain is Pain. 

It is to be felt. 

It is dead silent. 

I am Darkness. 

My bare foot sends shivers up my back,

The cool breeze cocooning me.

I feel alone. 

I am happy. 

Experienced movements quickly take me to,

The peak of my place. 

I feel liberated. 

I open my arms,

If only I could fly...

Will they care to understand?

Will they try to know my story? 

I need to tell my side. 

Does it matter?

One step and its oblivion. 

One step and everything changes. 

One step and I am no more. 

Copyrighted by Rithika Anand.