Everyday I wake up not knowing where I am For each day when I hesitantly open that dreaded door confronting me dreaming I’d never woken up I enter an unfamiliar world different from the yesterdays and the tomorrows if I still have any left It wasn’t like that before when the child and the youth yanked open and slammed shut door after door for then everyday,rain or sunshine was a new beginning a new world,new things the excitement of expecting then even nights were days But now I dread the doors like old church windows stained glass streaming mellowed light make the dark places more darker. I’d like to turn over better the wall that my eyes contemplate,than the door on the other side of my familiar cell,my world 24/7 But the monastic isolation ends with insisting voices from the other side to open the door and walk into an unfamiliar world that begins and ends in a day as I learn to live among people who think they knew me a familiar figure trying to walk straight but stumbling,falling flat on my face the jeers and the sighs blaring in my ears I try to close the door but I’m not allowed to they push me along today you’re a failure tomorrow you may do better they say so I live,not my own opening door after door dragging my tired self to bed at the end of the day.
Poet’s Note: Life’s a routine to many from the sunrises to the sunsets.Though one has plans dreams for many they don’t work out.with life with its brevity begins to dwindle one becomes resigned.
Suresh Chandra Rao.Nallapu DOB:23-08-1960 Place of Birth:Dhahran Saudi Arabia Nationality: Indian Age:54 Marital Status:Married Educational Q: MA.,M.Phil English Profession:English lecturer Andhra Christian College Residence: H.No 5-93-10 6/13 Brodipet Guntur-522002 Andhra Pradesh Musician self taught guitarist singer,free style artist poet and writer
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