Wake me up\\k.s

Wake me up, when we’re done.

No longer in this war that we earlier begun.

Wake me up, as this gets over.

No one bitter; just love leftover.

Wake me up, as soon as we progress.

When we get up, get over this mess.

Wake me up, as we finish it for ever.

Even if we die in attempts to endeavour.

Wake me up, when I no longer see them dead.

All good, as we move ahead.

Wake me up, when everythin’s alright.

Back in shape, as we give up the fight.

Wake me up, as my kid arrives.

My wife no longer praying that I survive.

Wake me up, when we finally act sane.

Not the monsters, that suck on brains.

Wake me up, when everyone’s fine.

Celebrating the win, chucking on wine.

Wake me up, when we’re no longer in pain.

As the war, dies again.

Wake me up, when we all end up alive.

As through the situation, we soon contrive.

Wake me up, as we unite.

And if we reach back our homes tonight.

© Khushi Suneja

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Denial \\k.s

You didn’t see my tears, didn’t see me cry within.

Never saw my scars, nor the pain I carried in.

Simply ignored my bruises plus those dirty marks.

Rewarded me with taunts and rude remarks.

You screamed, slapped and defied.

I hid, fell and cried.

You hurt me a million times, all you had was me to assault.

I backed up a thousand times, praying that you would stop.

I cried all night, while you slept.

Saving all I could; a secret that I kept.

You would often call me names, often appall.

I would often ignore, never recall.

You simply didn’t care to notice what my heart desired.

You did all you could and I never backfired.

My body wanted to escape, wanted a revival.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t. ‘Cause I was living in denial.

© Khushi Suneja

Room 105 \\k.s

Room 105. 6:45 a.m.

He laid there still, with half a heart and a sunken hope. My faith sank down to zero. The sight of him undergoing such an excruciating pain was unbearable. The idea of losing him even worse. I went and sat down beside him and touched his cold hands with my shivering ones, assuming that he was still alive. Shortly, he opened his eyes and looked straight into mine. He touched my face at the corner of my eyes where once the tears had been. He murmured something, what seemed like an apology with his gaze never leaving mine. Oh dear, I wish I could say “It’s fine.” but I seemed to have lost my voice. He held my hands into his and with all the strength left in him, pulled me into his embrace. We stood there like that, not exchanging a word, for what seemed like eternity. My heart skipped a beat.

Soon, I felt things slipping out of my hands. His hands went all cold and pale, his eyes as dead as rocks and his body motionless and numb as the ECG showed a flat line. I wish I could turn back time as I wasn’t yet ready to lose him. I felt his grip on my hands loosen as I let go of his hands. A part of me had died inside. Before my eyes I saw my universe take his last breath as my world plunged into darkness.

I left the hospital and a part of me inside, looked at the corner of the street and saw a banner that read SMOKING KILLS.

I shed a tear.

© Khushi Suneja