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By Vijayendra Shrivastava
I've been trying to put pieces into my story
Fixing shards to bring back its glory
Perhaps I lost it and never realised
Because when I search for myself
I couldn't find
The loss, that never got evaluated
The loss, that has never been compensated
I'm not sure what they took away from me
My mind, body, soul or identity
Maybe, they destroyed all of it
Maybe, Underneath the debris lies my dignity
Shall I consider it, a phase, not the entire life
Shall I reconstruct and put no ear to jive
But for whom shall I do it, is it me that wanted
Or rebuild it, so someone could someday, just stunt it...
If I re-do it, I need to re-invest
If I leave it just the way it is, shards keep piercing my chest
Before building anything what if I build a wall
So I might not have to answer any call
Will this help me protect or perhaps could save me from the fall
Maybe I should make it concrete and put fencing
Till the time I'm busily re-constructing
This will keep me defending
So shutting doors for all, keeping a window open
Letting me through that window, till I fix all my broken
Wait... I find peace here!
No threats, no need, self & alone is sufficient
Did I ever need anyone earlier?
Ohh… I guess... I was wrong
And this...??
This is magnificent!
Doors are locked forever, keys are buried underground
A window is enough for everyone
This is home! no more a playground
By Vijayendra Shrivastava