Neer’s Poem

I am standing by the slope, looking around;
Greens… greys… and browns…
Absorbing the magical hue of the sky that lures me, keeps me bound.
I try to look to the horizon— far and beyond…
But the fog blurs my lenses.
My vision struggles to cope;
It creates mirrors in my eyes, to keep me behold.
 
The sun gazes gently, frisking through the leaves.
I am capturing the sky now, more like making a noir—
A noir of different genres of shadows.
Indistinct chatter, heartfelt laughter— everything is passing by.
People are holding my hands, asking something with glee,
But I’m lost again…
I’m not in me.
I want to run, run away to a quiet place.
I feel a desperate urge to flee.
 
I am looking up to the sky now…
Countless stars are looking at me.
I wonder—can nature sense me? Feel me, and set me free?
A cold breeze sends shivers to my spine…
My desire to escape rises again.
I can’t stand still, nor can I be quiet.
Am I a mess?
I ask myself, “Why?”
 
No, I am not yearning for home.
No, I don’t want to return to that dome.
To my wonder, I’m not worried about my hosts.
I’m not even thinking about the person I once craved the most!
As if everything has left me, or I have left everything.
As if I have severed every thread that held me…
As if I have freed myself!
Am I free? Am I?
 
The question lingers in my psyche, echoes in my soul.
I don’t know where this is going!
But this is not a poem.

Lopamudra Biswas

I’m Lopamudra. I write under the pen name Neer. I simply draft down my wandering thoughts and sometimes they end up becoming a poem.