The Murderer

By Achinthya Prathish

I kept running and running in the house of my memories

To find the murderer of my dreams

The one who broke my frail yet fierce wings 

The one who suffocated my curiosity 

Rage boils through my blood

Thinking about the past

Oh! How could she do that to a naive

Who only knew how to dream!

She taught me how to fear 

And to not to believe in myself

She taught me things I shouldn't have learned

And here am I, good for none!

I kept running and running 

Till I was exasperated 

That's when I spotted her in a dark room 

And I threw a knife at her with all my might

Suddenly, mirror pieces came back at me

At the speed of light

That's when I realised that

The murderer was none other than me

By Achinthya Prathish