Echoes of Silence



Consuming Loneliness

How do we define loneliness without making an assumption of being happy?
Is it the extraordinary despair that takes over us?
Or the feeling that we would lose our minds any moment now?
Loneliness is defined with the idea of consumption
When despair consumes your light and there is no place to run,
When we move towards the darkness willingly without consideration of the sun,
It is then loneliness consumes us
It is then there is no way out

– Nishtha Pandey

Search For The Shore

What is this exhaustion?
Desperation for love and more
Calling out to random strangers
Asking to be my lover and so
What is this perpetual sadness?
Masquerading feeling that are true
Showing off the false glamour
All so I could be accepted a little through
Why have I turned into a ghost?
Falling from one failure to another
Why can’t I wander on my own
With no one to hold me back and frown
When did all the tables turn
Leaving me out on my own
Why did the lust for sea grow so much
That I refused to believe in my soul anymore
All the while I blamed others
Destiny, lovers and cold
When the real villain was me all the while
And I sold my soul in search for the shore

– Nishtha Pandey

Questions and Heartbreak

I wonder, how many times it might have been
To be cried without being seen
A thirst quenched yet
A tear let out, subtle
Somewhere it may seem

Like we were meant to be
Why does it have to end then?
Why does it have to hurt?
Have I chose this life on purpose?
Or have the I chose to simply exist on surface?
With questions just as many
Would the limited answers suffice?
Will this be another heartbreak?
Or will we survive?

It was only until for a while,
A couple of hours of togetherness,
Expectations weighed heavier on one end,
And everything began to fail
The questions were answered in a matter of hours
Scared from love, he devoured
The answer was Goodbye, an easy way out
There lies another heartbreak
And days of left out.

Working on Saturdays

She liked working on Saturdays
The silence had a different charm under those lights
No gossiping near the water cooler
Long cigarette breaks and everything would seem all right
A few souls here and there would cross her way
Some on the floor, some would walk past her or sway
Some she knew by the face, others, she can’t really say
Saturdays would feel like a slow mundane world in another paradise she would like to be
While others cursed the day and waited to get home
She spent the day in her cubicle making new friends of wandering ghosts

– Nishtha Pandey

Love Once Conquered

There is a unique sadness on her face
It’s broken, no one can fix it
She puts on a mask and pretend to not care
Nobody understands the trouble she has been suffixed with

She wears her arrogance as an armour
Why show the world she is hurt?
When she can easily pretend to have no emotions
A cloak of insanity she owns

Once bitten twice shy
She falls in love with her own shades at times
And when asked about the reason of her destruction
She smiles and says its because it pleases her

Love once conquered all she had
A fallen victim she was named
Then the storm came to change her course
A stone hearted person she became and it was all she chose

Nishtha Pandey

Whiskey Rains

The rains entered her home without a knock
Droplets of fire in their eyes, drenched in doubt
Piles of cigarettes lay besides her bed
And picture of oceans and flames in eternity being wed
Everyone witnessed her solitude
No one said a word or let out a sigh on this fortitude
It was only whiskey, that was brave enough
To wake up in the middle of the night and make her laugh
She cradled the bottle of whiskey in her lap
Like a bundle of joy looking to be grabbed
The rains, the fire all stood still
As whiskey absorbed her soul and named her ‘his’

– Nishtha Pandey