I m lonely…

I m homeless…

They say my parents were washed away…

They say something hit my home…

Something carried it away…

They say they feel sorry…

They pity my ways…

But do they know I am hungry?

Do they know I need space?

Do they care to wipe my tears?

Or do they just wonder what went wrong…

They say I am orphaned…

They say it’s all over...

But do they see what’s inside?

The heart where my parents reside?

Do they see the pain that will forever stay?

Do they realise my homes a grave?

A grave for memories? 

Do they know my scary plight?

Can they see the shackles of my soul?

Will any medicine be able to cure? 

The wounds that the water didn’t wash away??

Can they see the child in me?

The child that seems long lost?

Do they know I

have been hit deeper than they can comprehend?

Can they bring me back what I want?

Just one warm night in my cozy bed?

Can they erase memories?? 

Can they make me live again?

And if they can’t tell them to stop making false promises...

Tell them to go away…

I don’t want to drink that water that they give..

I don’t want to get cured...

i dont want to live by memories alone..

i dont want to live anymore...

But they wont understand…

Tsunami will one day be a faint memory…

Disasters will come and go..

My wounds may get cured…

But what about the heart that’s marked forever…?

The tears that remain forever??

  Juhi