Finding my own

I’ve often wondered if this tarmac path
now fractured — densely coated with fool’s gold
embodies my spindrift life — plague and wrath
the mirror now reflects what I don’t hold

It lies without — past costly flats and greed
past quilted beds and lives too far from home
I’ve pondered, wondered if there’s more to need
and would like walking its route — simply roam

But chairs stay still like ties we can’t break from
and light bulbs just glow with no feeling
and modern cabinets keep us lost, numb —
a life without approach to meaning

I’ve often wondered if screams coat my silence
or if it’s fading circumstance and hence —

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2017)

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4 thoughts on “Finding my own

    1. Thank you so much Diana. That means a lot. It’s taken me five years to get here. I’m thankful that I have people like you who are supportive :)

  1. Nitin, the raw intensity behind your words gets to me.
    Its like reading these beautiful verses again and again, and still being able to discern a new perspective, a new reality everytime.

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