Unwinding Self

By Shreya

Unravelling the weave called mind,

Sliding life’s cassette into rewind. 

I read my lived days like a book—

what they gave, and what they took. 

What essence do they hold?

Did experience carve their quiet mould? 

Are my hopes and fears true,

or just a collage, pasted with glue? 

Unwinding the knots of thought—

was it right, what I was taught? 

Am I more than all I got—

a flowing art, or a needless blot

By Shreya