My untouched world
Shuns contact,
Yet waits breathlessly
To be reached.
My spirit so restless,
Struggles to be free
Of the fetters that hold it,
Struggles to belong
Unchained, unheld.
My hands that take
The weight of toil,
My hands that have learnt
The skill to untangle,
The roped and knotted paths of life;
My hands wish
To be unburdened,
To unlearn their skill.
My feet that have walked
Over unknown paths,
Unrestrained, unguided;
My feet that have
Conquered thorns;
These feet of mine,
Wish to be guided,
To feel the sharpness of
The tearing thorns,
To go back where they started,
To take the other path.
My lips that smiled,
A smile so meaningless,
My lips that have learnt
To speak the language of hypocrisy;
My lips want
To cry out in anguish,
To voice those words
Which would tear
Every heart apart;
Which would burn
Every mind they met!
My eyes that held
Unrealised dreams so long;
My eyes that hold
A raging sea in them;
My eyes want
To break all bounds,
To let the sea
Empty itself, unchecked,
To weep for
every hurt, every pain,
To cry for
Every joy snatched away,
Every dream lost
In the darkness of lonely nights.
That self of mine’
Which fought the storms,
And ruled the tide;
That self of mine,
Which rose from defeat
And adorned itself with victories;
That self of mine,
Yes, that very self,
Desires to turn away
And hide,
Timid and shy,
And lose itself
In the mist
Of namelessness;
Never again
To face the world,
To fight for life no more!