CLAUSTROPHOBIA 



I crossed many bridges

Waded through some of the rivers

That flow under them

Did I look back?

Sometimes,

When on the far banks 

I stopped to rest

Before I started towards a new cliff to climb



At night sometimes

When I lay beneath the stars

Wishing for a warmer blanket

To keep me warm

I thought I saw your silhouette

A shadow against the light

In your window

I wished I had never left



When the warmth of dawn wakes me

I see the road ahead as clear as the footprints

My feet shall now make

Towards a horizon ever receding

And I’ll think of the night

With claustrophobia

~ Siddharth Sanyal ~