Erosion

By Sumana Nag

Erosion…its an erosion

My body erodes everyday as I walk past the lanes of life, 

But these bruises these pains are actually what I have gained.

You bent me you broke me I could barely crawl,

Not to forget you cannot suppress my voice. 

To speak or not to speak,

The voice of truth 

The voice of right

But what is truth and what is right?

Its just separate perceptions

Some yours some mine..

 I feel the urge to fight to tear off the mask who promised sunshine,

May be the Sun doesn’t come up easy, 

May be the Sun doesn’t exist,

May be he is giving us hope,

A hope to live to hold back the erosion,

Is it the mind that eroding then?

My lips are sewn

The voice muted

A non verbal act

To suppress the fact..

What is the fact?

It is the truth which comes with a pact..

My clothes are torn

My wounds are deep

They say time will heal the flesh

I say let the soul weep..

The pain is a myth

It is a lie

It is the habit of brooding 

Then I ask to myself what is habit?

The society we breathe in is a habit

Waiting to see the Sun is a habit

Waiting is nothing but Life

And Life is fleeting

Because I have deadened it with habit..

Doesn’t waiting makes you anxious?

My heart keeps throbbing

Nothing is eroding

Erosion will lead to happening

A happening which never will!

By Sumana Nag