The fruits keep hanging lower and lower each year
But I have lost all interest in them
I can practically extend my palm and pluck them if I want to - but I can't taste anything anymore - so what use?

I can sit by the sea for hours - but not for pleasure,
because doing anything else is equally pointless
I can stare at skies with a hungry stomach
I can admire the moon while practically starving

I can indulge in the pains of the body and not admister any remedy
I can lose consciousness like this
I can lose days and month like this

Until someone comes along and takes my unconscious body to a hospital and forcibly shut the windows through which life was escaping
I will be still alive on a hospital bed
A little less life maybe, but not for long
Soon they will bring my health back to the adequate
And again I will try and find ways to empty it

I want to reach zero now
I had reached hundred and then overflown
I have experienced it there, then
It was beautiful, as beautiful anything beautiful can be
And I have no complaints
I encourage everyone to live
Because life is beautiful
But I want to experience the other end of the spectrum now
Not the one where everyone declares their love for light
I want to walk away from all that

An empty room
And repetitions, after repetitions, after repetitions.


© Saibal Samadder