Stasis

Night unfurling itself
Like the wings of some loveless beast,
Like a shadow falling on a lampless street,
And trapping the world in a shroud.

You think in fragments,
Of moonless hearts and starless lovers
Of the cracks in the glass,
Tracing with your finger, a name
A thing you wished you could call your own,
On the smoke-stained windshield
In a car that you can’t drive home.

You sit silent in the car,
Arriving and going nowhere
But pretending that you are.

Raindrops glitter on the glass
Like stars that have lost themselves.
Alone,
You think of poison and loveless hearts
On a cold and rainy night.

 

Archita is a freelance writer,artist and designer based in Calcutta,India.
Check out her writing at https://ivyonthetrellis.wordpress.com/