Drip-Drop, Here I Come #POEM

Posted on October 14, 2011 in Society

By Reeti Singh:

When thoughts are many, but voice is none,
When wounds are many, but pain is none,
When blinks are many, but sleep is none,
When feasts are many, but hunger is none.
When lights are many, but hope is none,
When breaths are many, but sighs are none-
When laughs are many, but smiles are none,
Then , my friend, you are where I stand benumbed.

Tested for diseases all possible,
Doubted by many-
Trusted by none.
Surrounded by many, shielded by none,
Heard by many, believed by none-
Then , my friend, you are here-
Where I stand benumbed.

Can keep not quiet, but ears are none,
When silence is not quiet, but screams are none-
When you are all alone in a room, alone and with none,
And you still can feel someone, something lurking when even shadows are none-
Then , my dear friend you are here-
Where I stand, benumbed.

When every breath pierces deep in your chest,
When every step you take is a test-
When the sky above seems the same as the ground below,
When water is the same as the teardrops on your pillow-
When scars run deep,
And memories run deeper-
When bitter is sweet,
And delirium yet sweeter.

When questions are many, but answers are none-
When roads are many, but directions are none,
When the only solace lies in the veins of oneself-
When the stare into empty space is the one support, and none-
It is then, my dear friend, that you here-
Where I stand, benumbed.

Numbed and stilled-
Cautioned by my own shadow live now I,
Filthy, dirty, violated she-
That is what I feel when I peep and see,
The merry little girl known for her cheery little ways-
Jolly and bright,
Never ever quiet, never ever still-
I see her now stare ever in a hazy gaze.
All that they say of her now, my dear Sir-
“When the heart is careless, and you mend not your ways-
When silence is a smoke-screen, a mere escape,
When the truth revealed is a lie foretold-
When all your screaming earn you the label of a whore,
When the call for help is a reach-out for more-
It is then that you deserve a solace no more.”

A quiet bundled heap, I lie here now,
Alone in a room, with a little white light-
Huddled with myself,
In a little corner tight-
Drip-drop a drop now falls,
Drip-drop, yet another flows to the floor-
Drip-drop, oh, here I come,
Drip-drop, to a state benumbed.
Drip-drop, here I come…
Drip…drop…to a state…benumbed….
Drip…drop…here…I come…
D…ri..p d..rop …to a….st..at…e… benumbed…
Dr…i…p… drop…oh, come now here!
Dri…p d…rop…to a… st…ate… be…num…b…ed…
Drip…d…r..op… h..ere… I… c…ome….
D…ri…p d…rop ….to a… st..ate… benumbed…

And now lies she,
All dead, all cold-
Soaked in her own blood painted she her own face,
Her end here was not a coward’s dash,
It was but a driven state from where she was pulled not back-
Pulled not back, yet pushed not forward,
They found her dead, and called her a coward-
And that is what she earned herself,
For the days of silent sufferings-
All now gone, all put behind,
Lies there she-
Drip-drop, the drops are now a trickle,
The cut made deep, and the blood now thicker-
All clogged at the gash she deepened,
Deepened where the cut was a mere scratch-
Dug in deeper, with her own bare nails,
Deeper and deeper, and deeper still-
Slashed her wounds with her little sharp will,
Will to not cry, will to fight-
Will to be strong, not a coward and to hide.

There she now lies, all cold and dead-
Here I stand, at the edge of her bed.

There she lies, in a corner all huddled,
Face half red, all doused in the puddle-
Her eyes yet stare out still into empty space,
Still can be seen the despair in her gaze-
When fears are many, and strength lies numbed,
When you are all alone, alone and with none-
It is then that you stand here at the edge of her bed,
Her still cold body, all charred with a crimson soaked tale-
Lies she there in a corner,
Her will made quiet, her fight unfought-
Her jolly laughs silenced,
Her gaiety made still-
There she lies,
The heap I knew so well-
There she lies,
Drip-dropped, crouched in an embrace with her own one self-
There she lies as I stand at the edge of her bed,
Down on the floor, in a little heaped bundle-
Floating as if on the blood filled puddle,
Lies she there, her tale untold.

Breaths made quiet, her eyes yet speak,
Her days of silent anguish, her nights of wrench-filled screams-
Her sobs all silenced, her dreams not lived,
There lies she, drip-dropped and cold-
Lies she there benumbed, her “deserving” fate out doled,
Driven to drop crimson drip-drops of her veins-
Lies she there,
Drop-dripped and benumbed-
moving no more, quiet, still and very,very cold…
drip-drop sounds of a tik-tok clock,
keep me still and cold as arock-
died she today, the girl i knew,
no more cheery, but quietly benumbed…
drip-drop sounds of a tik-tok clock…
lies she there..cold as a rock…
drip-drop sounds…of a tik-tok…clock-
lies she cold…still as a rock…
drip-drop sounds of a tik-tok clock…
lies she there…benumbed, the girl we lost…