Unbearable Nights And Listless Days

The heart beats on, an old
grandfather clock that goes
tick-tock, tick-tock, never straying
from its destiny, till the spring unwinds,
And it finally stops,
Forever.

Forever,
Just another moment in time,
With a void on either side,
Unbridgeable, unmappable, unmeasurable,
Holding within itself
Unbearable nights and listless days,
That follow each other,
Relentlessly.

Relentlessly,
The ennui stains the sky with nothingness,
As in search for fulfilment,
Ever-elusive, I sully
A virgin paper with the wet stain
of words.

Words,
Useless, bereft of meaning,
March across the minefields of my mind,
Turning yellow with the ink
yet to dry on paper,
Their music lost, they breathe their last,
Even before they are born,
With none to claim their hollow shells,
Poor orphans.

Orphans,
We all are, our existence still-born,
Tied to today by the slender thread of life,
Afraid to sever it,
Wary to unravel its knots,
Taking comfort in the morbid monotony
of unbearable nights and listless days,
As predictably, the heart beats on,
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Like the old grandfather clock,
Always five minutes behind.