Out of Place
written by: Aaysid
I sleep
With the windows open,
Curtains pulled off
From the rusty rails
The faint glow of the moon
Does not get in.
I walk
With the prison gates open
Inside the rooms
Conjured up from memory,
Not a soul moves out
Not a soul moves in.
I watch
Out of a still life painting,
The bland reality unfolds
And quietly percolates through
Places-shaped holes in people
Not fitting in.
I am a lecturer in Medical Physiology from Pakistan, but a good part of my heart has always found a home in the written word. I am an introvert; therefore, I draw inspiration for my poems from my prosaic day-to-day life and the books I read. I hope to gather my poems one day and put them into a book that I could give to friends who love my love for poetry.
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