Shut inside her room,
She kept writing
Till late that evening,
Slipping into the cold, misty
Depths of a dark night
Friends called her,
Visitors waited and waited
Eagerly outside her room,
Kids came knocking
On the door,
But she chose
Not to meet anyone
One by one, all voices
Melted away,
As she sat down
Musing over life, engagements,
Hollowness of relationships,
Hollowness of everything
Sitting and musing,
She looked at the chair
That had carried her weight
For so long,
She looked at the lines
She had written,
She looked at the keyboard
And the computer screen
Showing them,
She turned back and saw
Her shadow falling on the window
Right behind her
She smiled at them,
They smiled back at her,
And she wondered how
She had missed a company
That would demand nothing in lieu of
Keeping her happy
She paused for a while
And then, started writing again
Because she was afraid
She might not get
Another night with so much
To make the world
Look so real to her
Deepak Choudhary is a polyglot poet, editor and translator based in Delhi. A post-graduate from JNU, Delhi, he has been writing in English, Hindi and his mother tongue Maithili for over a decade. His poems have been published in many national as well as international journals and magazines including The South Asian Ensemble, Ploughshares, Indian Literature and Indian Africanist. His solo collection of poems titled “Birds Like Us” was published in July 2018. “ He is also the In-House Editor for Chrysanthemum Chronicles.
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