Lost And Found
Lost And Found3 mins 340 3 mins 340
I have always been questioning everything since I was a kid. When I was 5, I would question why do we wake up in the morning and sleep at night? Why do we walk on two legs and animals walk on four? When I grew up I started questioning our existence on earth when there are 9 more planets, oh okay 8 planets? Did the pluto get angry with us? Did it go to some other solar system? If there is gravity, how do birds fly? When I grew even elder, the questions started getting matured and making more sense. I eventually figured out answers to everything. But there is this question I don't know the answer to!
"WHO AM I?"
Am I that broken soul always contemplating over the past that hardly makes any sense?
Or am I that cluttered messy person who cannot find things on time?
Or am I those tangled earphones that are taking way too long to get entangled?
Or maybe I am the girl in the crowdy local trains trying hard to breathe and survive?
Maybe I am just another voice in the chaos.
Not to forget I am a professional overthinker, too.
As I was standing in front of the stained mirror,
Questioning my own self,
Overthinking simultaneously because that's what I am good at,
I gazed into those dark brown eyes that are full of tears that would take off any moment now.
I looked at those black curls falling off from my face that I have always disliked.
I stared back at those scars and remnants of pimples on my face.
I noticed how my face has turned tanned and pale losing all its charm.
It has been long, since I took care of it.
I looked at the tight clothes that society considers as beautiful,
That every day I try to fit in.
Then I saw a gold ring still sparkling the same in my ring finger t
That my parents gifted me after so much crying when I was thirteen.
I remember how stubborn I was back then regarding things that I always wanted.
I grew up and priorities changed from things I love to things that need to be done.
I think, in this process of growing matured I lost myself up!
This is totally a different Urvi, No I was never like this.
What do I do? Should I file a complaint?
Stop being insane Urvi. You have been hypnotized by the social norms of this world,
And everyone else has been.
What do I do then? Go on a soul searching trip and weep.
That's not what you do. break yourself free from the cage you have imprisoned yourself in.
Stop going there because the crowd is.
Oh, I am lost. I am tired of this overthinking, of this chaos that always hit me up between my work.
and makes me do crazy things.
Like turning all this chaos into a poem without any metaphors, without rhyme scheme?
That's what a productive person does, right?
Embrace the flaws and turn them into something creative?
That day I didn't sleep.
I wiped off the stains from the mirror, saw my own reflection,
Took a deep breath and I kept writing poems until it turned to dawn,
Replaced the bodycon and heals with loose sweatshirts and sneakers,
Went to the office and quit my job.
That night was magical, I found a writer in me, I found a poet and a storyteller.
That night, I removed the knuckles of a corporate job from my hand
And gave it the freedom to write.
That night I finally found myself, when will you?