My heart, in all its restless forms –
the fast, the slow; the calm,
the drunk, the scared
the blood pumping device –
deprives me of deserved peace,
as I lay still in the darkness,
the steady throb near my ribs is
all but a beating to me,
louder than the silence, louder than
the noises being made on the other side of the world.
I can’t sleep,
because I can feel my heart beat.
I can picture its echo-cardiogram,
distinct green lines
across the blackness of the night.
“Clean”, “Unclean” blood in its
through the entirety of my body,
Keeping me alive,
alive and awake enough
to lose my mind
over the steady lub-dub;
never slowing, never speeding,
and never letting me sleep.
So how strange is it,
that every fear and every doubt
has deceased, when
early sun finds me finally asleep,
oblivious of any beat at all?
~Photo by : Shivam Sinha