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Tanya Goyal

Drama Abstract


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Tanya Goyal

Drama Abstract


Lost Myself

Lost Myself

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Why is it so hard to breathe

With feet planted on my heart's dry land?

What chains itself tight in

Our throats?

Can you flee until your limbs 

Snap?

Can you run from the raindrops

Before they fall?


Maybe one day the sun will shine

On a candid smile

Maybe, on that day, I won't feel as if I

Am tossed about in dark waters

And maybe, one day, I shall feel at home 


On this land.

I have lost myself 

Within the spacious lengths of time 

While people passed and people left

And people saw and came to find

And though I'd lost myself,

I slowly looked west to the sea 

To my own reflection staring at me 

Thus gazing to the real me 


Blooming before were the seasons

As they were meant to be,

As they should be seen 

Through my experiences

I've been instead filled

With the horrors of humans

And their wonderless deeds

That scarred me as a young lad

As if I could escape 

A parallel to Neverland

The land under the moonlight;

Nothing but a silhouette.


The night sky

Filled with childish dreams.

In this new alien land

The new me,

By daybreak

You can see that day darker than the night.

Earth is a cold bitter world

Mocking the weak.

Within each of us 

Yes, it's under the surface 

Is a land of mystery 

Just waiting to be explored


For me, it's like,

I cannot fight the wind;

Try as I may,

The mist eludes my grasp;

Shadows defy my clutches,

Rainclouds form,

The sun and moon rise and set

Despite my will;

Controlling nothing,

Still I only see,

The framed me,

That is an illusion,


Timetables and inventories

Of ignorance;

Labels and times and convenience

To unravel myself from these winter burrows

I might need to warm my chest with my own sun.

They call on the night

sometimes, How well do you know it

That was your life once!



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