The voice of despair

You use me, abuse me and cast me aside,

You kick me out or let me be a part of your life.

You seek comfort on my shoulder, when you cry,

You’ll see my tears too, if only you try.

 

You seek me out when you want your hand held,

You touch me when your need needs to weld.

You talk to me, when you want me to hear,

You could hear my unspoken plea, if only you were near.

 

You want me around, when you want things done,

At other times, you yell, to make me run.

You say some things that I would love to miss,

If you observed, you’d see my need for a kiss.

 

I was supposed to be irreplaceable to you, my dear,

After all I’m your soul mate, someone near.

But most of the times, I’m just like extra baggage,

To be tossed out, like garbage.

 

How I wish just once you would speak a word kind.

How I wish, just once I could be top of your mind.

That you could ask me, “So how was your day?

You could just once ask, “How are you today?”

 


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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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