Silent Departure

By Sloka Kadiyala

The pleasant, terrible and every other kind I miss,

The sound of rain

The groan of pain,

Even the buzzing of the flying.

It is a vague memory but it is there,

I don’t know how this, the others bear.

Everytime I run,jog or walk,

Never can I hear the gliding sounds,

But then I noticed, the faint silent beat,

Coming from me, right within my chest,

Arising from it like a little bird from its nest.

From then it accompanied me wherever i go,

Walking with me as I step,

Running with me as I step faster.

The only thing I feel and my best friend never left my side.

…. Until it did.

A man in a white jacket fixed me they said,

Gone was the beat I used to cherish,

The beat was me and I was gone.

If the beat left, then why can’t I Leave too?

By Sloka Kadiyala