Untitled Poem by Tharuna Devchand

Let me talk to you about turmoil and tantrums;
about tempests that tremble the hairs
upon your neck,
making them dance
to the subtle hymns of your subconscious fear.

Allow me to break the news,
while I waste your time
elaborating the expense
of an abused economy;
while I demoralise
your sanctimonious existence,
telling you truths that you have already
walked through.

Let me speak;
as you block your ears,
singing in childish prattle -
confounded by my outbursts,
my consistent weeping,
and my inability
to cry...

while I leave you to breathe
for breath,
in my very surrender.