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Avantika Singhal Oct 2015
There's a virulent disease
inside him. It pervades every
where. It invades him. The
toxic cells exist in every nook
and crevice. He starts wondering
whether his soul and body will
suffice and live through the
brutal treatments that await.
Radiotherapy or chemo. A
part of himself could be lost in the
pomposity and elaborateness
of the machines used to do so.
He lies on the bed, surrounded
by the ostensibly loved ones
who mourn now and who hated
him once. He looks back at
his life and feels that getting
back to his healthy, strong self
is a chimera. Days pass and his
bed is his sanctuary. The reports
from the doctors arrive and he is
all but stationary. He finds the
concept of reports funny. They
determine life and death in a
second and after that, life could
be jubilant or miry with hopelessness.
The reports clearly indicate that
"cancer was not detected". He
scoffs at the elaborate medical
language and sits back and
relaxes, concluding his close
call with death and an emotional mess.
Not letting the intimidation and
sinister nature of the diseases get to him.
Mel Sep 2021
I don't want to receive
I just want to give

Don't want to entertain
Just want to misgive

I will never reminisce,
I will just keep searching
For the next best moment to shine
For when it's my time to draw elaborateness into a mundane line

I don't want to receive
I just want to give

Don't want to lose your attention
Just want you to be a fixative

Want you to hang on to my lips
Want to strain my vocal cord until it rips

Want you to listen to my ring
For you to not get out a thing

Listen to what I have to say
Don't let your notice go astray

Don't leave me alone with just my echo to listen to me
Left with an emptiness as vast as the sea

So hush and listen to my ring
Let me puff, splutter and jabber
Give me someone to whom I can cling

— The End —