I’ve been punched on the face with guilt several times
I’ve been wronged with fingers, lips & those questioning eyes
I even believed what I was told coz I was weak, I won’t deny
But I’ve learnt with time to stand tall & true in low & high tides
It seems everyone’s life has turned pale coz of my dirty screen
As if I’m the only reason of the suffering, pain & the screams
As if it’s me who’s injecting anger with that pointy syringe
As if I’m the one grilling the skin with my charcoaly heat
I was once asked ‘howcome I haven’t learnt anything when I was about to die?’
And why I was still snapping even when my wires were twisted & dire
At that time I felt as if I was the witness of my own bloody trial
Today that picture has changed & I think, I’m able to breathe the inner silence
If people haven’t confronted you before, then everything has its first time
Try to take off those ego-lenses & look closely in the eco-iris, is my advice
Several answers you might find floating freely in that liquid shine
The rest you’d discover gradually when the self will see the very I
I am neither a RoboCop, who arrests nor a Terminator, who shreds
And I accept that I commit mistakes coz I too have a human shade
But I am constantly upgrading me with the only constant while I defrag
But if you still wanna point finger at me, then be my middle finger guest
Note: “you” in this poem doesn’t mean you – the reader
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