Huge unpigmented space
there I am, on my feet
exactly at the center
elevated my mind up to the sky
questioning the color existence
.
Colossal humans, caught my vision
crooked face, twisting physique they had
alarming my wits
ran away from that sight, I
stuck on that infinite milky chamber
.
warm position, knees up to chest
like that of fetus
dreaming about you a sudden irritation
emerging from somewhere in the torso
forehead wrinkled, pupils peeked
.
This feeling of self-absence
Who is within me?
Who am I?
Who was I couple minutes in the past?
cerebrum tarnishes
.
I see a figure, still
at the edge of my door
I remember, I closed it beforehand
Is that you mom?
No, it’s shorter and scrawny
.
It’s very foggy to visualize
I see, she’s staring right at me
but I see no eyes
Oh! She has no face
but I know she’s SHE
hair resembling
.
Very cautiously I gaze
A blink, door’s close, no woman
dim comprehension of the present state
What was that?
A dream within a dream;
Poe crosses my mind
.
Took a glance around, a second time
Yes, this is reality; nobody is here
except my loud fastened heartbeat
and the fiddly silence
much of the same as initiation
.
After several positions swapped
eventually slid earpiece from underneath the pillow
realized I was in extreme depth
Radiohead was what creeping in my soul
Tumultuous
.
About the Creator
Riju Chaulagai
I am in my early 20s and I have been writing poems for a couple of years now.
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Comments (1)
This is pretty fascinating. I love the dense and restless imagery as the mind gets lost in its own labyrinth. Can you tell me more about your stanza structure in this one too?