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Retarded soul

Do you know how I feel right now? My heart is finally free from all those ties that broke my soul apart. As, my soul has finally learned not to yearn for love. It has learnt to let the leashes free and not surrender to untamed emotions. As it swirls around the whirlpool and twists along with the time wave, I have realized that it's better to keep myself restrained with temporary people for permanent progress. Because my mind has been able to finally see through those unspoken thoughts and unexplained looks. As I turn around and see myself, I see people wrap me around in an unquestionable array of thoughts. A wannabe piece I am. Who has too much time to spare and yet sit in despair. Clinging close, wanting that warmth and care. Oh I never liked being like that. Marathons that I have run made me choose to succumb. With no time to spare, loneliness filled the air. Oh I was a useful connection not a close one. Success? Oh, it never brought a smile. Free as I could fly on a deserted island. Smiles and laughter kept echoing through the walls. Change, I did. For all the time that slid. All I wanted was to feel as one. Singing rhythms of cries in unison as time still sliding along the waves. In this game of love and war, war seemed to be more fair. Books were more faithful than people I say. Lonely it was but I still anchored the ship in a way. Room for many but none in call. For times I wanted to lean in for once and all. Oh they are growing buddy, still they are. Your soul yearns for warmth, but you’re still at the start. With love that you wanted, you failed to run the race. They have reached midway but you’ve still not begun the game. So what? Time is flowing forward unheeding my call. But yet there are tunes unsung and coins unflipped. The Road to be taken is yet under my shoes.

Copyright © Vigneshwari Natarajan | Year Posted 2024

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