by Lavanya Nukavarapu
A scream originates from the forbidden ***
closets of my soul,
but muffled up in my brain before
it reaches my lips.
Finally, what comes out is a gush of air.
The scream reverberates in my head all day.
I take dips in the river of screams
causing ripples that only my ears hear.
Every ripple tosses me further into an ocean of
I have become deaf to the sounds of the world.
What exists is an illusion where
I scream and listen
I sob and laugh
If you want me to hear you,
you will have to enter into my world.
This too I am talking to myself in my head
and if you are listening to this,
then you too are insane in the mad world
where I belong.