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Swati Soni Poem
I am angry
I am sad
I am hurt
I am jealous
I am lonely
I am burdened
I am hollow
And I feel used
I am happy
I am joyous
I am ecstatic
I am chatty
I am horny
I am dumb
I am stupid
And I feel loved
All these feelings I suppressed
Cuz I never learnt how to express
To be honest about my feelings
And to be vulnerable enough
These un-expressions haunt me still
In the form of tears and epiphanies
And make my thoughts go against my will
Swinging between those of worthlessness and self-pity
If only, I were loved enough
If only, I felt connected
The story would be something else
The story would have been someone else’s
But I know now
THIS is my story
So, I am learning to accept
And I am learning to love
Everything that is me
And everything that is not me
I am learning to express
Through these words
Those gaps in my soul
I can see the light now
Radiating from these gaps
And I hope to redeem myself
Through the beauty of this light show
To give me hope
Give me courage
Give me strength
To bear the pain
To forgive the hurt
And to love again!
Copyright © Swati Soni | Year Posted 2018
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Swati Soni Poem
A work so fine
At stitch number ninety-nine
But all its eye sees, is a chaotic array of thread
Of the disorderly stitches, like a spider’s web
Sadness engulfs the needle’s timid mind
What’s the use of this endless grind?
Is there a purpose to all this pain?
Asked the needle, as it bore through the cloth’s frame
No answers were found
And it continued to mound
Till the end of time
It moved in line
Time’s over
Told a whisper
Need to move on
Realizations dawn
As it lay dangling in fear
For it knows that the end is near
Death arrives
Thread breaks
Cloth flips
Needle awakens!
Curtain is raised
And it’s life-work revealed
In front of its one-eyed vision
Lay its own marvelous creation
All questions now erase
As the needle fell into beauty’s warm embrace
Joy, angst, love and fear
All the emotions possible to bear
Fill it’s trembling heart
In appreciation of the master’s magnificent art
It wasn’t at all in vain
Now knows the needle, with no more disdain
Time to start afresh, at a brand new spree
As the needle, is now free!
Copyright © Swati Soni | Year Posted 2018
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