SHELL

Monsoon arrived late this year.
But didn’t forget to visit nonetheless.
The stars of our solar system peep in and out of the horizon on time.
Mothers are feeding babies, lovers making love.
Idols are worshipped and priests are earning profits.
Schools, colleges, offices and shops open on time;
Doctors and lawyers are busy filling their pockets in the name of service...


I watch the rotating wheel of time.
An observer.
I hear a knock which keeps growing louder;
A scream behind closed doors, a thump on heart’s walls.


The stillness in silence resonates throughout the universe.
A monster’s face evolves on the walls of my womb; its teeth pierces out.
My frown smoothes.

But this is not my reality.
My world is inside my shell that shuns out everything.
No memories, no reality, no mystery.
Just being... unflinching.