By Madhav Khanzode
Everything seems cold here
In this room.
Blurred, lifeless
Devoid of any vibrations.
I try to look beyond the window.
The grass has grown after the rain.
I can see tiny yellow butterflies hopping here and there.
Birds are flying as usual.
Dogs are chasing each other.
There is life out there.
Yet I am not feeling it at all.
Nothing has changed
The objects in the room
The walls, the books
Nothing...
Life outside the window
All seems familiar
As it used to be
I'm the only one who is unknown here.
Maybe I'm lost somewhere
Maybe I'm trapped in a dream
A dream that is cold and deprived of any hope.
I don't belong here.
There must be a way out.
A beautifully melancholic poem that captures the ache of disconnection. The contrast between the lively world outside and the cold stillness within is haunting, honest, and deeply moving.
Quiet, yet powerful.