Solitary as the nooks and crannies of this home,
biding time who doesn’t care as much,
watch the moments float by on lonely wings,
stand in the corners, wasting away,
people come go, yet you are alone,
a rock washed over by the tides of time,
weather-beaten, chipping into many pieces,
you don’t recognise as your own,
falling into the sandy depths of untold darknesses,
grown over in the corals of bright colours,
that delight on your blood to them sworn,
for falling apart is me, I still don’t know,
I still don’t know.
Komal Gupta is a word whisperer, storyteller, poet and Time’s sentinel.