Body Language

i frantically paint myself opaque

even as my eyes light up transparent.

i determinedly close myself up

even as my legs stray apart.

i swear not even to dream

and stay awake in a conscious dark dream.

i want not to bind myself

and yet, find myself inexorably stepping into knots afresh.

i claim that my thoughts are reined in

even as i stray into realms unknown,

i assure myself that i hate surprises

and yet, cannot ignore that give-away quickening

as i gaze at the uncertain road ahead.

i tell myself that i need space

and know that sounds so specious,

when i’m stuffing myself with

thought, desires and doubts in heaps.

why MUST i be fixated

with blacks and whites?

why MUST i stay so confused,

at odds with what i want?

Scratches in black and white

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8 Responses to Body Language

  1. maryfollowsthelamb says:

    Wow, you sound like me.

  2. rashmenon says:

    @ Maggie Mae, yasniger: delighted 🙂

  3. rashmenon says:

    @ David Eric Cummins, cynthia: glad you like it 🙂

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