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| Sanjay Narain |
slipping through my window,
and the sound of silence,
somewhere far away,
where I long to be too,
It’s the way I thought,
my restless wandering,
was over...
and that I’d found...
It’s the beating of my heart.
the way I lie awake,
playing with shadows,
slowly climbing up my wall,
whatever I thought,
I had found or wanted,
I started to collect then,
my belongings.
to build a home,
behind the comfort,
of these four walls
and a closed door
as much as I tried,
or pretended
or imagined myself,
as a part of,
all the people out there.
I was still the one,
locking the door every night.
turning off the phone
and blowing out the candles
so no one knew,
I was home.
coz I was never really well,
around my expectations,
wanting to keep to myself.
I haven’t been impressed lately,
by people or places,
or the way,
someone responds.
And then slowly,
changed my mind,
to bring my thoughts,
in sync with my desires,
to get fulfilled,
a few of them,
my thoughts have finally,
achieved assimilation...
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I have been composing poetry and prose for a long time for self pleasure. I prefer prosimetrum format for my poems to make them easy to understand but write in other poetry format as well. I'm a content writer, blogger, compose poetry, voluntary Braille teacher, play violin for my soul satiation and work at a position of Chief General Manager with an oil and gas company for living and will be superannuating soon in June, 2024. -Sanjay Narain
