On a Monday morning
A slippery sloppy butter-knife in hand

Life was always here
Thank an accident 13.7 billion years back

The wheel spins in this emptiness
Forward or backward how do we know

Sunrise, night and again light
Everyone's spot is booked in the sky

This deafening chaos
Burns whirpools of air in my ear

While the listless silence
Whips simon-pure hollows in my mind

The wait was long
Lonely and sad too I should add

Break this silence now
These unsaid and unheard words are making me mad.

- Subodh