As I lay down tonight,
I stare at the ceiling,
And I see apparitions of my past…
Have I been running away from them?
Or have my eyes just popped open?
For the first time in my life
I wonder, as I try to dreadfully
Gather my thoughts.
I feel a strange contentment,
As if I have woken up
In a parallel universe
I am watching myself sin and satiate
From a distance though
I feel scared that I might wake up
And the dividing line between,
The real and the trance will fade
The innocence will leave the mind
Making way for profanity to step inside.
I am fighting hard to stay in slumber
Soon, I am sure darkness will come
Drag me out of bed, through the avenues
Where I had built my fortress of hope
To find that it is another gutter
Where rats and other sycophants live and die,
All in darkness and obscurity.
The dampness is choking but it smells of familiarity,
I have failed in my endeavour;
I have woken up…
Who am I?
Tanvi Pandey | PGDM 2016-18