I wrote this poem in the space of two minutes and I challenge my readers to do the same.
Are the clouds weeping? Do they share my sorrow?
Or does the world simply go on?
Did the sun rise today? Did the winds still blow?
Did time just carry on as though
Everything is okay?
Did the birds sing this morning? I would not know,
For their symphonies continue to be cancelled out by my desire to hear nothing.
Tell me: did the trees sway in the breeze today? Did they notify you of their reluctance to bear fruit at this hour?
Why must we wait for things? Why do we challenge ourselves to wait to escape?
Patience reflects delusion and a false sense of
Are we all just kidding ourselves?
We are all just kidding ourselves.
Look outside. The clouds are weeping, but they do not share my sorrow.
I am here, encapsulated in a universe that is neither happy nor sad, yet here I am,
Embodying (compensating for) its lack of happiness and sadness,
All at once.
Like how the clouds gush tears of neutrality, I cry tears of happiness, sadness
and everything in between.
Sadia Ahmed, 2016