Partly inspired from this painting exhibition(Me Vs Myself by Shailesh Acharekar) I went to with my parents on Sunday , i wrote this poem yesterday as I lay wide awake at 2AM.
Inhibitions of a poor rigid mind barricade me.
This meek soul fighting against conformity.
Left over thorns from yest barb my path.
Bleeding incessantly, I leave no footprints.
I tear open bandages fast & painful.
Exposed wounds accessorizing my limp body.
I bathe in the dim light of uncertainty.
For now I have cleansed my existence.
Dusted complex cobwebs from all
conceivable corners of rooms known.
Rearranged heavy furniture making space for new.
As I lay unnoticed in seemingly endless fields of ice
Liberating me from … Me.