“My notebooks are in the corner of my room,
Staring at me, I guess,
How I distance myself,
When I should be exploding to them,
Telling them…
How everything is falling apart,
And I can only stand and watch,
Writing them….
Stories that I could have had,
But didn’t,
Couplets that I never written,
My notebooks are lying across me,
Like every other day,
Wondering…
What I’d do?
Will I get back to them?
Like I used to?
Or be oblivious again?
Like I have been for quite some time,
Like I don’t see them,
I don’t know them,
My notebooks are in the corner of my room,
Listening to my heart beating…
More loudly when all the noises stop,
Watching me struggle with sleep,
Every night,
Worrying probably…
That why won’t I go to them?
Why not vent?
Maybe a little, if not a lot,
My notebooks are lying across me,
Like every other day,
Wondering…
What I’d do?
Why won’t I do?
What I definitely should do!”
©Nisha
NISHAAYINAA 