Motta, Your Alter Ego 

Mottakeenur Rehman

Who said you were ever alone?
Step outside your name—just once—
and watch how loneliness unthreads,
a flock of starlings scattering at dusk.

Tell me, Motta,
how many times must we carve open
the question of belonging
like a fruit with no seed?

I’ve tried—
to stitch my silence into companionship,
to gather warmth from shadows,
but even my voice echoes back empty.

Still, listen:
every wanderer carries a buried signal,
a dim, defiant pulse beneath the ache.
Mine flickers in the dark,
a heartbeat waiting
for home.

  • Author: Mottakeenur Rehman (Online Online)
  • Published: July 1st, 2025 07:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: You're not truly alone. You may feel empty, but there's a small hope inside you that never stops trying to bring you home—to love, peace, and self-understanding. There’s always a part of you—your alter ego—that walks beside you in silence. Even in your darkest moments, something inside you still hopes, still remembers the way home.
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