Poem By Shikha Singh
I’ve lost the ability to express,
Thoughts are nothing but a jumbled mess.
I’m surprised at how time moulds you,
I’m awed at how life holds you.
Hands draw you back and keep you glued to the ground,
Chain you with reality; gnaw at you like a hound.
Time heals your sour wounds but leave a deep scar,
To remind you of those failures you have accumulated so far.
You’ve to suppress your voice when you want to cry,
Shadows don’t leave you no matter how hard you try.
An emptiness fills your whole being,
You wonder how to escape this wretched feeling.
You await a small opening from inside the closed doors,
A share of sun, a ray that’s your.
When, Why how your being was transformed,
Who is this stranger in the reflection,
Your mirror has formed.
Suffocating is this alien personality,
You dread to open eyes and accept the reality.