Constant

Silence drips into the moments

slowly pouring water and

The clock only makes sounds.

and the dark room is staring at you

whispering, “ It is all that you wanted ”.

But you still have the ache,

constant in your head,

hard to remember.

Your mother will no more advise you-

in every moments,

your father will no more tell stories

to you, about his adventures.

Your siblings will no more irritate you-

not once a day.

You get your wishes,

bring down from heaven.

but you still have the ache,

constant falling from

your eye's corners,

as tears.

There will be no more quarrel,

you have to listen from the neighbours

The cats will no more come

to make your bike's seat,

their home.

The birds will no more jostle around

your window seat,

and the street dogs will no more bark at each other,

in anguish

Everything's has become stable,

as you have wanted and endeavoured.

But, you still have

the ache constant,

in your heart, hard to breathe.

When you realise that,

Sometimes some unpaved wishes

are celestial till they are wished for,

not turning into reality.

and there are some feelings

that only heals in the noise,

a chaotic presence but enjoyment

through the moments,

which form a home

at the end of life.

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Debadrita Sarkar is a writer and poet based in India. She has published two chapbooks " Nature And Life : A Chapbook " and " Short Poems For Everyday Life " , published a Microchap " Metamorphosis Through Living " and started a poetry series " Selected Poems of Solitary Thoughts ". Her writings get featured in The Hindu, The Statesman, The Prosetrics Literary magazine, The Eternah Journal, The Crietrion, Everscribe Magazine, The Mad River, Brief Wilderness, The Paris Post, The Ultramarine Literary Review etc.