The rest of the story – Delhi Poetry Slam

The rest of the story

By Ananya Pandey  

 

That cliche gesture,
I knew I was tired.
I picked up my craft yet again,
To tell the world how it felt.
The anonymity with which I presided,
Yearning to be guided.
“Write it down”
- I told myself,
Let it be known to the world about thyself.
The story unheard of, the scars now crisp
Yet left to define themselves.
Compelled to believe that this is it,
In the journals left unread,
The rest of the story, left unsaid.

“You have something”- they said
To be anonymous and repressed.
Don’t leave behind, the narrow mind.
Let them learn,
Let them feel,
Teach them your kind,
For the rest of the story, doesn’t lie.

A glitch,
That’s what you are,
Speak freely to the deity,
It never judges keenly.
Listening to my story,
It dint help me oversee,
How the rest of the story was nothing but a fallacy.

I perfected my craft,
To be set apart.
Stories which people believed in,
The naivety of everyday life, I write to catch their eye.
For they will never understand, the power of insufficiency,
For they lives their stories with proficiency.
The words unsaid, screamed to me,
To be designed into the enigma they were.
I kept them apart for the divine,
For the rest of the story, to be not maligned.

How foolish of you to believe,
That it is you, who will make-belief.
You write about the frivolous,
That will satisfy the repentless.
Leave the story behind,
For those who want to thrive.
I fight myself,
To pretend.
Don’t reach for the clouds,
There will be no one there, for you around.
Reserve yourself and help the world believe,
To believe in the story of the bard,
For the rest of the story, is hidden in the graveyard.


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