A Senseless Garbage. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

How long can a person live
All by himself, before losing his mental balance.
How long can he regret that he
Has not become useful in any way,
To this world...
Before he starts accepting himself,
As he is.
How long can he stay in a room
Where once, lot of things have happened.
And he keeps reflecting them without much to do.

Days, months, years... people go on living
And working day in and day out,
Thinking of only if he could take...
Just, One, Holiday.
Go somewhere, where he can see the horizon.
And feel free.
Teeth grinding to the sheer senseless living
And still waking up in the cold morning,
To take a fresh cold shower and think,
Yes, today is payday.
I am going to go to the next level.

Will anyone ever come down and see
What he has done and talk to him
To find out what he really has been
Trying to tell to people he knew,
All these years.
So that he can be finally empty of all his thoughts
And vocabulary,
What he has been trying to do all these years.
To be empty of every fucking buĺlshit he has in himself
And be dry and crisp
As when he was a teenager.
Long time ago.
And run and run and run
Like he has never run before.