The Death of my Old Urges
I’m letting go of the urge to be seen,
to stand beneath lights that never stay.
I no longer need the world’s attention
to tell me I matter in any way.
I’m letting go of the urge to be heard,
to speak just to prove that I exist.
Not every truth needs an audience,
not every dream needs a witness.
I’m letting go of the urge to be trusted,
to keep explaining who I am.
Those who see me will see me quietly—
the rest were never part of the plan.
I’m letting go of the urge to be number one,
to run a race I never chose.
Peace is not found on podiums,
nor in competing with hidden foes.
But one small urge I still hold close,
the only one I refuse to lose—
the tender urge to stay happy,
a life I now consciously choose.
And in that urge, I find my calm—
no noise, no crowd, no burning need.
Just Rajit, breathing in his own freedom,
finally learning how to simply be.
Copyright © Rajit Unnithan | Year Posted 2025
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