The Other Side

The Other Side prose poem

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Your words have become harsher these days
Unrealistic, cruel and unnatural
Still I’m surprised at their inability to shock me
Or to affect me any further

Not that I have become immune to it
But, I think, rationalism is the cure
The very protector of my soul

I find myself mostly amused these days
Whenever trying to look back
At the journey, my life has been so far
So many fond memories
Care and love
Can’t recall a moment of you not being there
to protect and to shelter
to comfort and to enkindle
The warmth of it still embraces me

But in the blink of an eye
I find myself standing alone
There’s nothing but darkness, and no place to call home
Echoes of words bleeding through the walls
Restlessness and nightmares, the only solace so far
A trail of fragmented reflections
Take me backwards, towards the truth
I keep asking over and over again
Is it time or you, who has changed
I remember still, how you taught me to be strong
To learn to fight my own battles
Life’s not easy, you told me once
But how could I have ever known, it will be this deformed
It is too late now
I can’t be abstracted to my old timid form
Not that I recall being that way
But believe when I say
It’s not happening in any of your imaginary forms

You gave me wings, now I have tasted the thrill of sky
It is too hard to shell it away
For some pointless societal delight
I know it is ruthless and disappointing to you
But I am tired of pretension
Now it is time for me to choose
I have been idealistic, for far too long
If falling is the destiny, let it be on the other side!

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