“Collect the pieces, embrace the scars, and become the story you were meant to tell.”

Pieces of Me

There are things worse than
Trauma you inflict upon you
Like someone else doing it
Surpassing the limits

When you inflict trauma upon
Yourself you unaware that
You can use that time to build
Yourself up. People build things,

You have built yourself up since
Childhood and yes life can take its toll
On you and do a Hitchcockian ‘Boo’ from time
To time but it’s up to you to collect

The pieces of yourself from the good
The bad and the ugly experiences you’ve
Had in your life. And grief about the lost
Pieces is only natural

Grief is an important part too, without it
You’ll never learn to sail or dive deep
Into life. You can torture yourself with
So many if-then, else-if scenarios

But only some come true and um..
You don’t have to be fastest, smartest,
Prettiest, richest person to get a place
In your life. You could just be you.

And star in film of your life, it’s
Not perfect, not even close but it’s
Weird just like you and just like the
Trauma you inflicted upon you

You can inflict acceptance, yes you’ve
Been dumb, weak, pathetic, desperate,
Cheated on someone, forgot so many birthdays.
Been emotionally and mostly physically
Unavailable in people’s lives but they’ve their
Life to deal with and their plate is damn loaded too

All I can say is before letting go you’ve to
Own your lies, your fuckups and obviously
It’s easier said than done but um.. it’s a process
It’s not a one-day deal. It’s an everyday thing

I’m in no way mature enough to diagnose
What’s wrong with me but my goal is to be
Better than I was before, to be more present
Less blind, less deaf and more mindful.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Sudoku

It’s a game of one to nine
I play just fine
Like Chess
It isn’t a crime
There are no murders
No thefts or assassination
You assign the meaning
To your number
Half empty you lose
Completely full you win
Are you in?

^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Wild Wild Words

In this wilderness of words
I’ve been lost before, I was
Searching for a being
It kept transforming, kept moving
It wasn’t still, I wasn’t quick
I bat an eye and it was gone
The being was made out of words
Wild Wild Words
Just so we know what we are
Dealing with: a hyperactive, dynamic
Creature, comes by many names
Lives in many places and I like a
Defective kept searching and was lost
It took me time to collect pieces of me
For I was blown to pieces.
Not a smartass, won’t look for such a thing
For all I know, Mary Shelley might come
And get me, smuggle me to Poe
Like I said Lenore, that’s a nightmare
I wanna have Nevermore!

-Pallavi Tripathi, Durg (CG)