[Pradhyuman]

Hi,

This isn't a poem but more of a random chain of thoughts. Felt like sharing with you all.

Words come to me like death to an old man.
Unwelcome but not unexpected.
They sit in one corner for days staring at my soul.
Trying to bond.
Trying to help me embrace the unknown.
I ignore them. Honestly, I fear them.
I am busy living my recent past and chasing my distant future.
Who has time for words?
I allow them near me only because they are mine.
However, they consume my soul.
Making me feel alive for a momentary pause when I stop reading and stare back at them.
Because I know that's the only time they are telling the truth.
My truth.

regards,
Pradhyuman - Bismil