With this concluding point in my diary,
which is yet not the end, I traverse on a century on
reasons to die but not one to live,
as if I am the only child carrying this curse;
of heartbreaks, loss and disdain.
I am still an amateur soul for I looked at my heart
to erase my whole,
how many more reasons would I blame,
when the stomach and other parts would join this frame?
Did I not see that naked child
who does not long clothes or rain
but just a bread to soothe his pain?
Did I not see that man
who does not long a leg or a chair
but just shoes to repair?
Did I not see that girl
who does not long a house or a shade
but just a brush to paint?
Did I not see myself
who does not need reasons to smile
but just enough pain to realize that there is
someone walking over mine yet
she is fine?
I hail from the land of ‘artistic and cultural traditions’; Jaipur (Rajasthan, India) and have a deep affection for creativity. This justifies my craving to introspect personalities as every individual is a different art. Presently, I am pursuing B.Tech in Computer Science from NIT Hamirpur (Himachal Pradesh, India). Realization is sudden and ever. I feel people inside me long to speak from an introvert persona and hence my love for poetry. With every single piece, I would try to give voice to their raging thoughts and innocent apprehension of Shakespeare’s theater.