The Cubicle Poem by Anurag Talukdar

I stay alone,
In the company of three walls,
Half naked but unashamed.

They try to cage me within them,
Seduce me to be like one of them.
A life with no emotions.

As I blink at the monitor,
He laughs showing his dirty teeth.
The stench of his breath makes me vomit.

I try to run, run for my sanity,
But the chair coils its tentacles around,
Making me fall hard on my face.

I crawl, inching towards the door,
Down the spiral stairs,
Across the end of this dungeon.

Below the road is teeming with beasts.
These beasts only know how to feast.
They never count the corpses they leave behind.

I stand below a light post,
Tall and dark.
Is he handsome too? I can’t say.

For the light was stolen years ago,
Now only the post remains,
Under whose shadow, the beasts run over the corpses everyday.

I nod to the post and walk into a dark lane,
For tomorrow I shall lose my sanity again,
The same cubicle and same chair.

The skyscrapers and the sinister lights,
Have driven the innocence out of this concrete jungle.
Now only beasts roam in these cacophonic nights.

Silent! Be quiet all of you,
Let me pick the remnants of my soul,
For tomorrow I will lose my virginity once more.