Trigger Warning: Child Abuse A few days ago, My lover had my hands in his; I loved the way his eyes sparkled And his lips curved into a stunning smile, As he brushed his fingers At the back of my palm There we were, Living the blissful moments of Our once-in-a-lifetime romance; But then, All my metaphors came down crashing Falling into a white scar, Leaving my poetry naked He dug deep into my eyes, With an unsaid question, And all my charm Went splurging into tears - I was seven When one of my uncles Burnt my hand With a scorching hot iron I still remember how it felt Having my skin stuck to that piece of metal, And then, Later How it broke my heart Into a thousand tiny pieces, Looking at those tiny boils I froze; Didn't scream at all; Not even a cry for help It felt like all my sentences Had strangled my tongue Into a paralyzed piece of flesh; Unworthy And too coward To move I looked at my hand, And then I looked back at him; With eyes as empty as a black hole He was smiling; A very crooked smile; One that sent chills down my spine I took a few steps back And ran out of the room Only to be followed by a mocking smirk - I have it all; Still alive; Still breathing in my head Just as vivid As a thing of yesterday; Just as stale As rotten bread - I whimpered as I cried Coiled up in my lover's arms; All I wanted Was for him to hear My childhood speaking in those scars//
Our history has known cages; Of all kinds and characters. The one with bars of gold And the others with floors of grave dirt. The ones which held the innocent And the others which freed the ghouls. But not very often, When you walk through the pages Of your own history, You land up Imprisoned. Imprisoned behind the walls of Some doomed silvered glasses. Imprisoned to a cage of mirrors. Imprisoned to yourself. Up until this moment, The clock hands never echoed louder. Up until this moment, The questions never sent shivers down your spine. The clock now, Is running on a timeless retreat. The questions now, Come for YOU, From yourself. Who are you? Why are you? Where are you? You run to the mirrors, Banging at each one of them, Hoping to Either knock the glass out Or make your hand bleed the answers. None happens. Nothing shatters. Nothing bleeds. All fall silent. Then, You begin To hear Clearer than ever. You begin to hear your soul hum, As faint as a whisper, But as clear as a woman weeping On a dark moonless night. Your soul hums to you, How You Are a handful of Earth; Fertile, magical, Yet forgotten. You Are a waterfall; You fall down The damp rotten roof Of an old cave Standing right in the middle of an enchanted forest. You Are a gentle breeze, Flowing through an Orphan's hair On nights when he misses having a Mother. You Are a ball of fire Burning inside an old lantern Lighting up someone's dark world. You Are the limit of the skies; Unknown! You are a poem With all the five elements Entwined in your heart. So, When next time The world asks you To introduce yourself Tell them; "I am life"