REMORSE

The world spinned, on and on, in circles and ellipses

The days grew into nights, the moon inspired some more songs

The pounding of heart, the beating of a storm

The curve of a pen sliding on a parchment I’d torn before

 

I tried to write

I tried to rhyme

I tried to phrase

But words fell short of the tumultuous feelings I’d kept trapped inside for so long

 

What was it?

What was this urgency building up inside me?

What do I call this hurried rush of saliva wetting my tongue locked in silence at the things going around?

What were these sighs, releasing in a disoriented fashion apologising for all the things I chose to ignore?

 

And then suddenly,

swifty,

a trickle of wet remorse ran down my cheeks

drowning – all the so called realities mortality had created

all the flesh eating desires

all the awful mortal expectations I had from other mortals

all the dreams that were wisps of desires appearing-disappearing in the nothingness of sleep

all the shackles I had let the world put on me to become another ideal being chaining the next generation

all the boundaries of caste, creed, religion, colour, race and other nonsense

all the conspiracies of beings higher than us in the skies to keep us fighting, to keep our peace away

 

And in the light of what remained,

I saw remorse cure me of the tempest,

Unclogging my visions to see what I was

Just a mass of flesh and bone,

living out days till it’s made to return to dust.

 

 

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