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:
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.
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
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