A Poem That Found Me On Shivraatri

I throbbed in my gut foreboding the undesired. Every ticking rolled in sleepless stupor as expectation and disappointment weighed at their miserable best failing to balance; they fell down with a thud. I stood glued insomniac eye blinking and bleeding through the many invisible wounds. The swift road never ends. Endless. Endless. Endless. Nothing ends. Nothing ever left behind either. Homeward? Love overflowing like a sewage to wash itself away. Bricks cracked and loosened for no particular reason. Paints fading. Smiles vanishing. All around ghostly paleness; heads turn away from the other. A bomb lurks behind every ticking threatening to explode at any unguarded moment to tear the house into smithereens. Shame. Shame. Shame. Civility, warmth, affections always in hiding behind what nobody knows! This day isn't like yesterday or tomorrow. Unkind the cut. Every brick stands in shameful cracked nakedness Cracked. Cracked. Cracked. Bleeding. Bleeding. Bleeding.