Let me be no one

Let me be no one,

just a breath in the crowd,

a face out of focus,

a shadow unbowed.

 

Not a tale they recite,

nor a name they applaud,

not a laugh at the table,

not silence made odd.

 

In rooms lit with chatter,

and stories that spin,

I seek no attention,

no place to begin.

 

Let me drift through the noise,

like smoke in the breeze—

unnoticed, unclaimed,

a whisper with ease.

 

Like a soul on a platform

at quarter to five,

just one of the many

barely alive.

 

Or a dot in the river

of Kumbh’s grand tide,

where no one remembers,

and none turn aside.

 

Don’t lift me up,

don’t write me in,

don’t carve me a space

I’ll never fit in.

 

I don’t wish to shine,

don’t yearn to be known—

just grant me the stillness

to walk on alone.

 

A life that is simple,

a silence that stays,

a name lost in time,

forgotten in days.

 

Let me be ordinary—

quiet and small,

one more unseen

in the blur of it all.