I am just a body
in the crowd.
Hungrily
and hurriedly scanned.
No different
from others,
until you read my content.
You strip me with your
eyes, like million others.
And try to see,
if I am
what you’re looking for. If I am,
what I look on the exterior.
I am, what I am not.
I am neutral.
I am brutal.
I am a truth.
I am a lie.
I am a shout, an outcry.
I am an announcement.
I am an advertisement.
I am an agenda.
I am a propaganda.
I am information.
I am an exaggeration.
I am masses’ emotion.
And sometimes, a catchy caption.
No matter in which form
you find me,
I am not
how I would like to be.
For, burden of validating
other’s account, I can
no longer carry.
I want to break way from
these shakles, and go looking for my own story.
Khimpi Dutta
Stubbornly optimistic, a listener of the universe and follower of my dreams. Coffee, smell of new books, long walks, old melodies, good sense of humour, and poetry light me up. I want to be happy when I grow up.