Jyothy Sreedhar


This day, the sun turns black

to herald the shine

on the other zenith.


The earth spins faster.

I roll

and fall down.


Years later, now,

strange that it goes on

with exact date.


There, on the other hemisphere,

the hands get coupled and tight.

My fingers cross each other.


Relations are hallucinations.

A dream, a mirage or an apparition

that fakes real as we are in it.


Once we get out,

we feel it life-

so magically unreal.


We then turn into distorted spectres

and struggle to find a home

to rest our mind on…


I find no place.

No peace.

No emotion.

Not even myself!


The world smiles at me,

laughs at my tears

and pushes me centred.


I feel alien

to the laughing crowd

and happy minds.


I erupt like a volcano

melting my ways

before and after.


I get violent

with bleeding tears

and shouting silence.


I get ashamed

at the nudity

that my mind displays.


Lock me up in a jail

within metal bars of insanity

to help me die out.


Lend me no food

to calm the acids of hunger.

Let my hunger hope births.


Let them eat up myself

inch by inch.

My words to the last.




My losses are tied with a string dated

‘July 3’.

The string reaches to my neck,

gets fastened and suffocates me.


With every choke,

I give out my breaths.

I spit my thirst.



Death!!! You trepid almighty!

I dont fear you more than myself!


Take me!

with my last word-

‘July 3’


This day marked ‘period’

to a mighty friendship.

A mightier one too…

and a weaker heart.


Take me!,

all alone.

Spare my thoughts.

They dont hav a soul.