Saturday, October 22, 2016

Jamais Vu

I’m a traveller. 
Every moment is a place I haven’t been before. 
Every person I meet isn’t somebody I have met before. 
Even the people I meet every day 
Aren’t the persons they were a day before.

Relations have lost names.
''Parent', 'Teacher', 'Relative', 'Friend''

Are just tags to be thrown in the bin.
Every person I meet is a book to be read, 
A book half-written. And I hold the pen 
To write the next chapter in.

Strings have been broken.
From everything and every person.

From everything out there and everything within. 
Not attached to even my own emotions.

And the word 'broken' has never been so relieving. 
Buried is my past and no worries of the future. 
It’s all about the now and the here.  

A void, filled with emptiness
An emptiness, brimmed with bliss 
A bliss, plump with love…


---Rakshit Nair