Hysteria

So who would have thought that you could miss someone so much?
That your head would scream with the silence
That you could get a wandering womb
That you would swallow sedatives on schedule?
And the number of times you would pick up the phone
Knowing there’s no one to call.
Knowing there’s nothing really to say.
Hurting because others feel the same way.
What does it mean when you can’t even cry?
When you can see their smile in profile
On your screen while working.
And unbidden a memory floats
in the middle of a power-point presentation
that sensation of being held.
All those phrases that were meant to irritate
how truly they annoyed.
But you wish you had at least that irritation now.
And so you pick up the phone again.
Stare at the screen in silence.
Knowing there’s no one to call.
Knowing there’s nothing really to say.
Hurting because others feel the same way.
The scream slowly builds in the head.
And you get hysterical again.

Disclaimer: I am stressed, sappy, rambling, filled with self-pity, plagued by heat and mosquitoes, and in a very Def Leppard mood. And I am not sorry. So there.

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About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.
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