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Talking To No One

Sometimes I think

I am talking to the wind

as all I hear is the feel of air

in my pores,

from the fan.

I thought

I was talking

to someone

but the ear phones tucked cosily

in their ears

won the race to converse

while I sat muttering

 like a woman, lonely, maybe even a tard bit insane

grappling with the awareness

that the phone was more enticing

than a few enlightened moments

of chatter with a family member.

Can you hear me at all!

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Written by Shail Raghuvanshi

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