Thursday, February 11, 2010


(Written February 11, 2010, at age 22.)

In a semi-conscious, dehydrated stupor,
My mind wanders.
And finds, as it always does,

Questions begin to take shape.
Answers shatter out of sheer disappointment.

I marvel at the nature of loneliness.
So hidden, so invisible,
It sneaks up and stuns me.
Stuns me into statuesque motionlessness.

Heart afraid to beat,
As it soaks this world in.
Eyes turning to glass,
As they leave this world.

Then I feel a beat and a blink.
And the hollow sculpture of me melts.
Into you.


Utsav said...

Beautifully written. Lends itself to a multitude of interpretations. By the way, I liked your reply to Nikhil's post. Entertaining verbal joust. From a fellow over-analyzer.

Kriti said...

Thank you :). Both for this one and the reply to Nikhil's post. He replied and then I replied again! We seem to have found common ground. Jousting might have to wait in the shadows for another controversial topic to crop up. As for being a fellow over-analyzer...I feel your pain! But appreciate the company :).