Vacuum

Sipra Pati

Across the room my eyes go

A vacuum it sums up

Wordless, yet voluminous

Bodies thronging

Isolated isotopes

A wandering minstrel they sight

Cacophony ensues

The vacuum widens

I will my vacuum self

To let go

Of the strings tethering me to myself

Of the strings that keep me away

Every time I opine

Every time I protest

Everything I question

Every time I discern

My strings anchor to myself

My strings, strained, stressed and weary they may be

They will let me buckle not

I am me, they remind me

The vacuum is not within