Musings of a Soul – From the debris of experience

Maybe
Just maybe
I do not yearn
For
The limelight

I yearn
Instead
For Oblivion
A
Faceless existence

To disappear
Amongst
The masses
Into
The crowd
The crowd of faces

For I am afraid
Of
Who I am
And I wish not
To be
What I have become

As I glide
Aimlessly
Into the
Wandering crowd

I am deaf
Immune
To the voices around me
For
None resonate
With mine

I am blind
Ignorant
Of the sights around me

Mute
Afraid
To speak

I wish to see
Another faceless soul
And merge
With it

I find it
The other
Faceless soul

And we merge
It feels
Beautiful

Yet
I cannot hear
A
Voice
Inside my head
Or
Outside of it

The sole intention
Of
The merger
Remains unfulfilled

Bitterness seeps in
Wantonly

The union is broken
And
Many other things
With it

I am alone
Again
Shattered

Only
Now
I hear a voice
I hear sounds
Those
That I have always wanted to hear

I reassemble
The
Shattered pieces
Of my
Hitherto faceless existence

But
To my
Utter dismay
I find
That now
I have a face
An exquisite one
No less

The voice is mine
As is the face

Again
I surge into
The crowd

But this time
Without
Intent

I hear
I see
I speak

My yearnment
For
Oblivion
Has ceased to be

What’s this?
Another prospect
Presents itself
On my platter

And
I am tempted

But this time
Not an offer
For
A merger

But instead
One
Of freedom

I accept the offer
I ask myself
What’s the worst
That can happen?

I may be
Shattered again
But then, like before
I shall sculpt myself
A
Prettier face
From the rubble

(This piece was inspired by an immense heartbreak. But I’m glad it happened. For it gave rise to such a beautiful volley of emotions in me. Truly, there is beauty in pain!)

3 responses to “Musings of a Soul – From the debris of experience”

  1. You know who Avatar
    You know who

    Good good
    My phone did get sticky though (with tears)

    1. Neketra Avatar

      Hahahah. I’m sure it did. Happy reading!

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