‘Anything’ I heard him plead,
He could feel us drifting apart inch by inch.
Tried my best I could but,
A low hum was all that I could manage,
Everything in me was holding me to constraint,
Caged within my thoughts I was,
Not in the state to put it all into words and frames.
Maybe, I was expecting some telepathy or some magic,
For I wanted him to understand and accept my silence.
Without saying a word,
I wanted to tell him that I need my peace
I wanted to tell him I wasn’t fine,
That How my solitude was banging on the door,
Screaming for me to comply to its wish.
That, I am sorry,
I can not offer you comfort.
For, I am too isolated,
To frame it all into words.