Words by Ritika Arora
Like the night sky
my room is
pitch black with
pin drop silence and
a hint of lavender aroma
that lingers against the corners,
the walls一 it is a
It is nothing, but a tranquil
and placid ambience.
my mind begs to differ,
as it is anything but tranquil.
For it is running many roads at once.
Travelling faster than the speed of light一
it is stuck.
in a whirlwind of
It is all over the place.
It is a place of its own一
distinct from the room I am in.
It is on its own.
Racing a race
with no end in sight,
no other runners to overtake一
It is nothing.
Yet it somehow occupies everything.
Every inch of my time, energy and sleep.
It is nothing, but it is something that demands everything一
until the sky is no longer dark.
About the author: Ritika loves exploring new writing styles, especially new forms of poetry. She recently published her first anthology titled "The Sound of Rain". She is also an avid reader and enjoys the works of Nicholas Sparks in particular.
Find Ritika and her poetry on Instagram @by__ritika