Distant Poem by Abhisek Bandopadhyay

The nerves keep their habit
of stretching thin and breaking inaudibly,
most pitifully,
every chance they get.


And long have I failed to count
the number
of strange persons
wandering the cramped foundations of this cranium.


At times, this inward space
is all too little
for me alone. Yet,
a constant foreboding of voices
so imminent that I can forever almost.. hear them,
fills.. fills all my space past brimming! till
there's no longer room for me to exist, save
as silence.