Not My Words
This is not a poem you want
Yet this poem is for you too
You may find the story obscure.
You may not like the truths underneath
These are not my words
Not my lines either
But the phrases and the dreams
The deeds and the mosaics
All or some, somehow reflect
In the mirrors hidden deep inside
You may find your mirrors
Broken or may be crooked
Mine are too obscure to find
The self and the soul
Only our ego
Like the Supreme One
Designed to remain alone
With none to surrender
With none to embrace
With none to share the loneliness…
These are not my words
Not my lines either
But the lines beyond our horizon
Beyond our apprehension
Yet I or you, or maybe we both
Find us in those mirrors
Obscure, crooked or broken…
©SriSuvro 11 Aug 2024
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