Tryst With My Doppelganger Poem by Shagun Khera

The mist i heard called my name..
on an oblivious night of deafening lull...
as my night struggled to pass by
on an empty stare of a hanging lamp above my head...
and i lay lifeless...on my precarious bed....

yes i thought i heard it again..
it called me.. like strange hands pulling you out of a dark well...
should i surrender to the stability of my senses...
should i choose to stay..
for at this empty hour of night...
who shall call my name...

my temptation finally found its way out..
out of the door, with metered unison...
gingerly, feeding the lurking wolf of my courage,
i decided to embrace the white...
to see beside...
who broke the silence of the black...
its 3.o clock and i'm held aback.....

my sight wandered and probed the perennial fringes of mist..
only to figure out...its the shadow underneath my feet..
which accompanies me under the radiant round platinum ball...
and like a fool...i'm prowling an ethereal
only to be found with myself...at 3'o click in the night...

it called me again..and yes i turned..
only to witness a doppelganger...
this time..the only difference..
it called me the evil...
and i wondered in awe struck fear...
only to be accused...and blamed..
for it said it lived a happy life..
since i took control...miserable it became...
for i have pulverized and shackled..
crucified and dismantled...
buried it deep under my misery of pain...
never to let out..and breathe again..
that it was dying every single moment...
and i would not relent..
for it had maimed..and struggled..
only to be buried again...


it called itself hope and life..
it called itself love..and life..
it called itself a man who stood...
tall in the hour of fear and creed...
it called itself a man..who chased his dreams to survive..
for everyday it loved to bloom a smile..
and everyday...it was a man..who took blows without a flinch..
stoic and steady.. amongst the most strident din...
and today that man..craves to die..
for i have smothered him..and hung him to dry...

yes it questioned me..for what i've done to it...
who gave me the right to devastate the deep within..
for it was my part, now succumbing to death...
its because of me...it cannot mend and forget....

it made me think, for what i have done...
who was this guy, what has he become..
for its time to let him free and fly..
maybe its time to kiss the sorrows a forever goodbye.
maybe its time..i embrace it again..
which was devoid...now has to fill again....

and i could feel the morning breeze caressing my cheeks..
as i opened my eyes....
yes...i finally opened my eyes...