By Jenitta Sabu
On paper,
I turn bold with unwavering dreams and desires,
like a phoenix who emerges from the burnt ashes.
I miraculously turn immune to failures and retractions,
like waves reach the shores despite all the commotions.
With ink,
I unburden my feelings through uncertainties,
and let my emotions flow to find their tranquilities.
Like raindrops depend on nature to enhance its beauties,
my emotions need the ink to embrace their true intensities.
That is me,
On paper, I am so determined and courageous,
that I fully embrace my solitude without ignominies.
With ink, I am the epitome of pure genuineness,
and I don't shy from acknowledging my vulnerabilities.
On paper and with ink I shred off my imposed identities,
and with words, lines and phrases I experience my liberties.