SUNDAY MUSING: Left Unknown

Because I never waited for him to get up.

ByMeena R Nair

Updated 23 Aug 2020, 8:19 am

Representational image (PHOTO: ABurden-Unsplash)
Representational image (PHOTO: ABurden-Unsplash)

I stood watching him on the ground

To whom this world

Is a magnum opus of his own imagination

Twisting, turning

Murmuring, smiling

Dead to the world

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Alive within himself

What is going on inside him?

What is he dreaming about?

Myriad colours

Washed over patterns and figures

Or dreams of slowly succumbing to a life

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Torn between cacophony and silence

What is going on inside him?

What is he dreaming about?

I probably will never get to know

Because I never waited for him to get up.

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First published:23 Aug 2020, 3:10 am

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Meena R Nair

Meena R Nair

Mumbai-based freelance writer, editor, communications expert and poet

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