The art of detachment - Shilpa Dwivedi

I practice detachment

Like the art of killing

Slowly, mercilessly, ruthlessly

I bring my havoc

Upon your soul first

And question your worth

On the Earth

Oh no, I don't curse you

Or immerse you

In the plunges of my hatred

Oh no, I don't ditch you

Or back bitch you

In my world, so sacred

I gradually let you seep

In the deep sleep

Of my conscious

Then subconscious

Then unconscious mind

I stab you a thousand times

By being to you, kind

All your cries fall

Dead upon my ears

As I let you, at once

Pass upon my fears

I poison you first

In my ideas

Then I kill you in my nerves

Then I kill you in my muscles

Then I kill you in my actions

Then I kill you in my face

Then I kill you in my smile

Then I kill you in my heart

Then I kill you in my eyes

Until you are numb

Into my surmise

I burn you into ashes

Until you succumb

To your injuries in me

Finally,

I don't let you

Encounter death

In the hell of my place

I give you heaven outside me

And in me, a rest in peace space