Sitting on the edge of the bed,
He was looking over the ‘to do list’.
This ‘to do list’ seemed to end never.
He’d to prepare a speech for Thursday.
He was to be presented with Director’s medal for his brilliant academic performance.
Everyone admired him.
But there was something missing in his life,
That made him think
Whether the things he had achieved would be enough
Whether they would make up for the lost time and people.
The crescent moon from the window of the room seemed to laugh at him
For it had got the company for stars.
The stranger in the mirror, as always, agreed with the moon.
As an ice-cold gust of wind filled the room,
He shivered making him feel a bit alive.
But when it subsidized the room became darker and quieter.
A moment later, his gaze shifted to the pictures hanging on the wall.
These pictures were the testimony to his achievements.
But the alien people in them reminded him of the big void in his life.
As the bright moon in the silver knife drifted away from him, he felt lonelier.
He stood up to make it stay.
And stay it did, till he found it moving away again in the dark red liquid
Leaving behind the fluttering ‘to do list.’