Writing the Self

In the roughness of my emotions

I forget about the Self, there's pain

that becomes like sharp knives.

The notes of the piano, the lights,

the candles burning, the yellow fire,

the words that find an expression

in these tiny notes full of desire,

desire to be, to verbalize, to find me,

to create, the reason I was born to be.

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3rd December 2022, Rishikesh, India