#Lockdown

I sit in my balcony, straining my ear,
hoping to hear one honk,
one bike go past by really fast,
or one kid shout on the road.

I sat in my balcony, a month ago,
closing my ears to these sounds,
which I then termed as ‘noises’,
wishing that I could read a book quietly without it all.

I sat in my balcony, a month ago,
telling myself that silence would make this place more peaceful.

Here I am ‘unwishing’ today.
Realizing that the noises are what made me feel alive,
are what made me feel at home.

I don’t recognize home anymore,
as the silence is deafening.

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