first floor corner room

Poem

An empty room
gets occupied when
              the walls get transparent

He was indeed, always inside
she didn’t see him for the walls

Her stare from a veranda
can't cause the first floor room walls
              to be transparent

Her fantasies are doubts
              doubts are questions
                      questions beg answers
and of course, he got the answers

.

He must be a sage
to embrace solitude—
               moniker of her future grief

To protest
anyone and everyone 
               who tried his way

Someone must have tried
to keep his machines running
               for what the collective
                        humans have made

Now he's unknown and
               how she knows his name
and that he is no she, is a classic tale

.

A mystery as great as his name
is how someone has made 
              the walls transparent

Bad luck, she is still staring
now that the walls are transparent

There is no pretend she could do
but get relief, there is no he or she 
              or even a reminiscence
                        of a creature

Just memories that go no 
              beyond her head
who will she ask
              her questions?

.

Was the room absent
or was the sky a little too close

Her grief concludes he must have 
              known his death—
the heart-wrenching knowledge 
              before a suicide

Nevertheless, she asks the question 
              not to be answered 
                        but be remembered 
”Didn’t he choose to be there, 
              wasn’t he a sage?”

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what a quiet murder he suffered

what a little life he lived

how long had it been

and now he’s murdered