When facing unexpected bother,
Perhaps even anticipated fear,
When suffering in pain or sunk in sorrow,
Or when awaiting a never-to-come tomorrow,
When lost or facing the inevitable,
I give up on life,
Withdrawing from the burden of choice,
And the truth of consequence,
And when that happens not,
My world shrinks to naught,
I see myself trapped,
In my own being, caged.
In a cell made of my own spirit,
Struggling hard to get out,
Such is the agony of discomfort,
One that leaves not no matter what the effort.
Oh how can the indivisible soul escape itself?
Can one possibly outrun oneself?
Such thought clouds the exposed mind,
Forming a protective shield,
And as romance guards the fickle brain.
The soul fights a battle in vain,
Dying from the wounds of battle,
It resurrects to a wiser, freer one upon a higher mantle,
The ship of time carries the burden away,
While I gaze after it as it makes its way,
The hitherto claustrophobic soul rises,
Taking in fresh breaths,
Unclenching its vain fists in relief,
While I wipe away images of the grief,
Doors open as if they were closed before,
And a cool breeze seeps in like it was routine,
Some battles can only be fought alone, I sit back wondering,
Laden with vague memories and stark learnings.
If it'd been real or merely a dream,
For it had all happened too soon,
But perhaps it doesn't matter, if it was thought or fact,
What matters is that my soul is intact,
As I revere my experience with newfound respect,
I slip, slowly, back into comfort with myself.
Written at 1:08am on 27.10.2016 at Aero structures lab, IIT Bombay
Deep
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