The birds have travelled far and long
To hear me craft a perfect tune.
But a woman dressed in repulse and sly
Whispers me an insidious lullaby.
She paralysed me,made my vocals slurry.
And I collapsed, striking a single note
That echoed a monochrome so prosaic.
She lured in a entire town's fleas
Besides threatening my timid heart, wrapped in oblivion
And my whimsical black and white keys.

She sat and ripped out my senses
 Like petals of a rose
My clarity,my awareness,my sense of judgement and gratitude,everything froze.
She made me wear a blindfold 
That sat there on my skin till it infused,
Draping my vision and shutting the world out,
Leaving everything blurried and confused.
The sickness fed on my flesh and I craved to feel my face,
No prayer,no drug,no shrink could help me scrub it off my head.
Inch by inch,the poison had branched into my core that ached.

She tricked me into a room that smelled of rot and deceit.
The walls engulfed in chaotic grey mold
Enclosed each day by a feet.
The void of darkness and numb 
Was occassionally meddled with pain and sorrow.
Sometimes,like a saw slowly grinding back and forth on my body.
And on other times,like a sudden slash of an axe on my brain
Cracking it open and leaving me to drain.

My legs got rooted in the cold dead floor
And the spiteful air choked me.
I desperately hunted for a door.
I resorted to every possible distraction
I glued my useless eyes to a tiny neon screen 
And shoved my mouth with food I couldn't taste.
Please let me out of this disdain
To breathe again,think again,live again.

Finally I see your face,at the end of the tunnel.
But you ask me, 'Is it that unbearable?
You're just being weak and superficial.'
I collapse again with just a wonder 
Which part of this whole drama is hell.
My suffering? Or my inability to express it
To people I love the most?
Who point me at the culprit,as 'her'.
Who accuse me of an imaginary crime.
I realise I need to pay my cost 
Forming apologies to your countless blames
And garnishing explainations to your plates of gossips 
Throwing away my time to heal in flames.

It's a slippery slope
And I'm back at her feet
In the pit of depression and lifelessness
Where a million trains of thoughts crash against each other
Oh! What a massacre to watch!

It's a gigantic loop.
And I'm sick and tired 
Of being sick and tired.
I'd do anything to get out of it.
Yet I can't do anything to get out of it.
-Debangana Ray