- Amrit Pandey
I have revisited the places I had been to
I have reached out to the persons who had sworn to love me
I have asked with the breaths I had exhaled
I have retraced the footprints that had trailed behind me once
I have unlatched the thoughts that had flooded me before
I have, for too long, looked into the mirrors and glasses on the way
But, none of them, could pour even a fleck of me into the empty vessels of my bereaved self.
I don’t know where have I drowned myself
Or have spilled on my own
When I close my eyes in retrospection for re-discovering the lost-one
I can only see a devouring dark space ready to engulf what is left of me
And, as my eyes spring open in fright,
the light buries a speck of me everytime
As I am seeking life to fill into the vacant and unspirited voids inside me
The world is mercilessly sacking the crust that I carry
The only element upon which weighs my identity
Just like a white lily withers and decays
Into the mud to blossom again
Forming petals as bright as a polished silver covering
I hope the nature is redeeming my soul and body
Into a much more composed being
For a desolate body bereft of soul
Soon finds a grave to lay his carcass upon
They say we take nothing with us when we die
I guess that nothing contains the memories we etch
Into the fragments that lie within us
Yet all that was me has diffused and scattered around
So just like a fly follows a dead meat
I wander about to seize that evaded self
For I don’t want to die without abducting myself along
Even before rejoicing the pleasures of being alive
So, I shall continue on this voyage of life
Until I become complete again.
And the day when I shall reunite with myself
I would be filled with so much zest
That nothing but death can render me waste.
And then just like the words surrender to the will of the writer
I too shall gladly come to an end.
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