First Published in Poppy Road Review, September 2018


With my shackled mind and encumbered thoughts

as my feet rise up the

steps of the old mighty temple

desolate yet imbued

with the fullness of life

my body disguised as a prayer

and my palms folded

as the dissatisfaction is

neatly tucked in the center of my palms

I count the steps

in sync with my raging heartbeats and bated breath

I walk by the neat line of the beggars and less fortunate ones

the lingering shine of the quest in their eyes

aren’t different from mine

carrying the burden of the life on their stooped shoulder

and heavy eyelids, they are praying too

under their muted breath

but to a god of a different origin

which will satiate the hunger

in their knotted belly

their hunger is not so different from mine

I say this to myself

as I reach the parapet and

with my warm feet on the gelid

checkered floors of the temple

resembling the mosaic of truth and the lies

weaved surreptitiously

in my bleak reality

brooding with deep silence

I face the divine

with a question deep seeded

in my bleary eyes

the answers to which

I already passed by

on my way here.



17 thoughts on “Perspective

  1. Love how methodical this write is and those closing lines – how often we pass by the answers to questions we have as we focus on the end goal. This says a lot about the journey itself.

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