The Empty Wall

By Shashank Dwivedi

The empty wall, 

Why don't you talk? 

Afraid that it's just us?

Or is it a feeling of distrust?

Do you talk when I'm not here,

For that, you must have someone you hold dear.

With me gone,

There's no one home,

Just you and this silent room. 

The empty wall, 

It's been noon.

I've been trying to listen,

But it's hard to get your silent tune.

Why are you standing still?

Pretending not to even be listening'

It's better if you cave me down,

It'll hurt but you'll know, 

How it feels when I'm not around. 

Empty wall, 

It's been some days. 

You haven't even said a single 'hey',

What's the wait?

I thought you made friends with the portrait,

But it's just hanging there,

Trying to go back or disappear.

Biting dust with disgust,

Telling a story that you listen must. 

Oh, empty wall, 

It's been months.

But you haven't talked to me,

Not even once.

These cracks, is it how you talk?

But won't it ache, like having an endless walk?

"Forget me" you say,

But then I've no place to stay

And with whom will I empty my-

Weigh. 

The empty wall, 

I must paint you or write your name,

But why does all these colors always turn to grey.

It is harder to see.

With this big trench beneath me

Can you help me up?

Swear I know no one, then why this hiccups.

Oh, empty wall, 

I've lost my job, 

And my zeal to live.

Sitting here, staring at you,

Doing nothing but sob,

Of last shred of hope, I'm robbed.

Guess you've noticed,

The empty room is really empty now,

Furniture's gone, so does the carpet somehow.

I hope you don't regret,

But they even took portrait.

Empty wall,

Been a year.

Still pretending I'm not here?

And don't lie, 

I know there's none you hold dear,

Nothing but a wall, standing tall,

Trying not to fall. 

The empty wall, 

I don't think there's much left to talk,

Thank you for being with me ever since,

I've finally painted you as a parting gift.

The color I chose is red,

Worry not, it won't fade,

Even if this room were to be filled with flood,

Or if someone try to throw mud

Cause you see,

I dyed you with my own blood.

By Shashank Dwivedi