The smog blinds me obstructing my vision.
Yet, I gaze at the sky,
I see it in pain.
It speaks of no promise, it has got a dampened soul.
I look for it's reflections,
The lone writer struggles over his typewriter,
His cigarettes reduce his hopes into ashes.
And the air captures his whispers,
"How do I let her go?", he scribbles for the third time.
The creased bedsheets by his window speaks of her lingering presence.
He smells her in each inch of his skin,
Yet, why does the city not leave him at ease!
He looks at the lanes, devoid of hope
He lights another smoke, pulls in puff of despair
He was rotting in that city which had lost it's soul.
I pull my hair together and hum a tune,
I think and I rethink until my thought overpowers.
I stand on the lanes leading to his home,
I look at him parched by his window.
And I free him from his past afflictions,
I free him from her lingering smell,
I free him from his tormented thoughts,
For I, I carry the soul of the city.
Do you see me?
I wasn't always who I am today. It took a lot of courage to break past my shell. Oscar Wilde had once stated that knowing what you want to be in life becomes a curse because you invariably become that but not knowing is liberating, there are endless possibilities of who you can become. I too didn't know who I was going to be. Today, I realise it was liberating. I never knew i could find my voice some day. Now that I feel liberated,it becomes difficult to remain confined. We need to grow, evolve into better beings each day. We need to grow past the "checks and balances" of life. I remember Fuller here, Fuller has asked us to be a part of a process of this evolving planet. He wants us to be "verbs" not "nouns"! Here is a tale of an introverted me who knew not what to expect from life . ....... I would talk less at school, not attend socialising events, avoid looking at stranger's eyes while on the road. In short, I wanted to be invisible to t...
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