UNPROFESSIONAL CURING

By ASWATHI PRASANTH

After each attempt at Curing the self After each attempt at Changing the self After each attempt at Redefining the self, To walk alone on a road Crowded with too much of vehicles Too much of people Too much of buildings Trees and homes But you will not see anything Your vision will fail you Your mind will abandon you You will be trying to draw life Futile but still On a canvas where

None of the colors Proves to be fitting

You continue walking You feel like swimming on the road You feel like cowling with your eyes Never never you want to look straight Light will hurt you Noise too... Cries will hurt you Smiles too... Yet you choose to walk Walk and walk and walk Not in view of anything But in view of nothing An untainted nothingness That erases all the definitions That no longer hold something But only nothing Yes... that absolute nothing Where you start erasing yourself To start from nothingness And never to go back to something-ness Volcanos started erasing Now you are new They are all failures As you know them not... They are all cool As you remember them not...

Now you are back to the building That you never called home But now you feel at home As you know it not You feel like everything's fine As you recollect them not

By ASWATHI PRASANTH