Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Inside the Walled City of My Soul


I am afraid of human touch

Lest it transforms into an addiction

I am afraid of the shackles of emotion

Lest it hampers my flight

I am afraid of friendship

Lest it exposes the satanic tendencies in me

I am afraid of empathy

Lest it enables anyone and everyone to step into my shoes

I am afraid of sympathy

Lest it compels someone to be nice to me

I am afraid of trust

Lest it makes someone vulnerable to pain

I am afraid of compassion

Lest it kills my passion for winning

I am afraid of humanity

Lest it kills the 'me' in Me

I am only afraid inside the walled city of my soul

On the outside I am fearless and confident

Lest the world shall deem me a coward.

2 comments:

Sting said...

What a wonderful poetry ....I just not only appreciate the poetry but the name itself "Arinmaal" - The poetess from Kashmir whose agony and pangs percolated into finest lines ever......I being the first hand speaker of Kashmiri can assure you that these poems are equivalent to Pushkin , Rilke or Ghalib......Keep the great work up.

Arnimaal said...

Thanks for your kind words. Sorry for acknowledging it so late.....Had almost given up writing since 2009, but thanks to some "divine intervention" am back at it. Hope you take the time off to browse.

Arnimaal