Tanubhrt.This.Side

There is something personal about your death,
with every passing post I read on you,
I realize,
we have been, somewhere,
here and there,
on the same boat,
may be your oceans were deeper than mine!
The constant fear of things going wrong,
yours of getting killed,
mine of murder!
The overwhelming voices that cut through ears,
the shivering legs,
and the ultimate feeling of being alone,
with no hand to hold,
no one to understand,
your death seems too personal!
The constant clutter of voices from the world,
the anxiety to be right all the times,
with every wrong,
causing turbulence shaking the entire ecosystem,
with every voice,
raising questions too the core,
every eye seemingly turned towards me,
the fear of being judged,
of being hated,
your death seems too personal!
Your death reminds me of times,
times when voices cut me,
tears dried down,
legs shiverred,
life came down to numbness,
your death takes me back,
when only thing alive in me was the heart!
I wish we could have done something,
I wish we know the way out of it,
I wish I could tell you,
I wish like researches on corona,
there was something done for the mind,
the mind similar to yours and mine!

#SSR