By Deeksha Makhija
Hiding emotions
I spotted her there
She was all lost from the world; in some world.
July, 2018, was what the time, I guess.
“ill’’, she was
ill? Not physically ill; Mentally ill.
There was just so much; she had with herself
and you know?
Strange is what,
that she never even knew that herself.
Was often found juggling with things at night.
“Self-love”, her life philosophy was
but the trauma inside her
urged her to
turn, “self-hatred”, into her actual life philosophy.
I saw her at her own terrace one day,
it didn’t rain that day
but oh, I saw her spotting a rainbow, that day,
her own Rainbow,
had seven colours like a usual rainbow
but a colour consisting an amalgamation of all different colours
Was her colour.
I asked her once,
“How did you stumble upon this colour?”
She answered me very peculiarly,
“I didn’t stumble upon this, my hidden amalgamated emotions did,
this amalgamated colour; is me,
smiles, painfully; laughs, barely
and oh
it cries, utterly.”
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Trauma'