I'm wary of the spotlight,
still the intrigue to be seen through a stranger's eyes,
how would you describe the bend of my wrists,
these bony knuckles for which I grew a lifelong distaste.
I have learnt to live in shadows,
to lurk behind curtains,
to become one with walls.
I won't bother you with my existence.
You search for me everywhere,
but forget to look in the corners.
I'm well acquainted with my mind,
living in it for so long,
well versed with its sudden bouts of sadness,
and things I cannot explain.
Loneliness finds me even in rooms overcrowded,
riding on a wave of aloofness.
It might be some sort of resentment misplaced,
it belongs to people I've never met, tragedies I never witnessed
but permeated into this soul like how a bread soaks milk.
It creaks its way in my ramblings,
the omnipresent need to remove that luggage I lugged for eons.
Again fearing I might have over spilled
I retract my steps.
I do not want my name written on sand,
for I am a vagabond
riding a dragon of winged words
escaping the curse of oblivion.
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Author:
Shalini Das (
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- Published: December 30th, 2021 06:55
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem in one go after going through a very overwhelming period in my life. Hope you enjoy.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 20
Comments1
Very emotional read dear poet
You have been through a lot
I just read your bio description
You fought cancer, my dear friend you are a warrior
You have fought the hardest battle
Accept the applauds and now for me
Very beautifully you captured the intricacies of the turmoils running in mind
No words and no actions can take away those memories
But I hope it’s not late to make some fantastic memories
I hope new year brings you happiness and prosperity
Keep penning down
Keep writing and let go of sufferings
Thoughts will come
Let them be
Your a great poet
Stringing words so elegantly
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