Sunday 3 September 2017

So many truths

So many truths make up my life
a pile of burden to carry
with their implicit secrecy.
Shadows of all those truths
which I tried to wish away
I burnt them and then watched
the flakes of charred letters
drifting away with the smoke
scattered in the breeze before my eyes.
Still these imploring midnight knocks ,
getting up from sleep , opening the door
only to find nobody waiting  for me.
A lifetime spent , chasing myths
in the arbitrary assumption of tomorrow
even as the finality of today prevails.
Somewhere inside , they stay
even after obliterating all traces .
Rising in a tiny bubble that vindicates
the presence of a minute chink
through which I bleed incessantly
But nobody knows .

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