I only wanted to leave,

Leave the house behind,

The dull winter, the life I knew.

Night fell, a gentle, warm night,

Someone in a strange garb entranced me –

As I sat still next to my cup of tea.

I only wanted to leave.

There was a deafening silence all around me

Piercing my heart –

It held on to every corner of my soul

Bloodless, it fell into ruins.

I stupidly displayed it

To eyes that couldn't care less.

I only wanted to leave.

The curtains are slowly falling.

In a strange museum nobody else can see,

I preserve bits of my soul,

A piece of my questioning eyes.

The curtains are falling, falling, falling.

There is an inch of light that pierces them.

My eyes close.

The light fades.

Oblivion, oblivion.

When he is not dealing with mood swings, Shounak Reza devours books and tea and longs for eras he has never lived in. You can contact him at www.fb.com/shounakreza