The Trouble With Me… Poem by KUNAL SETH

A bottle breaks
I enter into the world that is high on its low
Shards spread across the asphalt
Seek less, clueless and flying
The pieces of glass have a story they are not denying
Over the lakes of peace
Under the shadows of my own
I lay on the ground that doesn’t belong to me
Swimming into the sweep of the moments
Breaking the dawn within me
Dusk is what is left of me
Growing like trouble in this serene setting
Touching the chords that birds drew in the sky
I am no saint
No sinner hinting at vanity
I am existing as I best exist
Shapeless, formless and free
Clinging to the thoughts that prevail with the gusts of the wind
Making appearances when no one is watching
Deception bleeds here
I live here in the shadows and the lights
Pulling the curtain of reason away
A dilemma hangs on after the spat
Dust shall cover everything
Dust will become everything
A hint of me will never be seen
Only the memory of the struggle remains etched in nothingness…

-freedom from within but there is a world outside…

13/3/2011