Not My Words

 

Not My Words

 

This is not a poem you want

Yet this poem is for you too

You may find the story obscure.

You may not like the truths underneath

 

These are not my words

Not my lines either

But the phrases and the dreams

The deeds and the mosaics

All or some, somehow reflect

In the mirrors hidden deep inside

 

You may find your mirrors

Broken or may be crooked

Mine are too obscure to find

The self and the soul

 

Only our ego

Like the Supreme One

Designed to remain alone

With none to surrender

With none to embrace

With none to share the loneliness…

 

These are not my words

Not my lines either

But the lines beyond our horizon

Beyond our apprehension

Yet I or you, or maybe we both

Find us in those mirrors

Obscure, crooked or broken…

 

©SriSuvro 11 Aug 2024