Eyes in a Box
~Saanvi Banga

Look into my eyes, behold me beyond me

Let's descend together into the plain old sobriety

Two pairs of eyes locked in my locker

Where triviality would aghast us, none of us a talker

Growing cold and wrinkly with civility agile

Against everything that screams solemn, they don't all oblige

Like clouds that veil the sun or the grass under my feet, unimportant as they are,

Sunlight'd still visit me in my sanitarium with matching sheets and grim hours

Turning away at the face of what you endured

Oblivious, they tell me "you've matured"

Stings they hurt regardless in a flower bed

Knee deep in a mesh, yet the missing red thread

My presence so rot it is no fortune or tragedy

Too long, too much, at once, nothing turned at the face of irony

Mounting walls of resentment, counting stones of loath

O Orpheus, neither of us died but you who scorned.

AUTHOR NOTE

Sanvi Banga is currently pursuing BA English Hons. from Daulat Ram College, University of Delhi. She enjoys writing poems that explore the unheard yet unquiet emotions, feelings and struggles of human life.