Notes from In-between

(Illustration by Dhanashree Pimputkar)

The battle while gulping a bitter pill

And journeying to the Other side

Has a similar after taste.

That side,

West of the sun

At a point invisible on your map,

I dug a Hole

Or a hole dug Me.

I couldn't know.

But, unlike Alice's,

My falling journey you don't want to remember,

You don't want to write stories for your children.

All because I met none.

I fell all alone, for so long

That I forgot the memory of Light.

At the end, in all blindness, to comfort myself,

My right hand summoned my left

Only to realize-

I was left touch blind.

But I wake up every day,

Leaving the despair to oversleep with my saddened bed sheet

Only to fall again.