Power

-AAKRITI THATAL.

I look at myself, sometimes;

Superficially. The skin- Dark. Gloomy. 

I go deeper. Not skin-deep.

Deeper beneath. 

Choking, struggling to break free from 

A life that is only a Lie. 

A Lie- Cold and Intolerable. 

With cavernous darkness emanating 

From the grotto of 'the core'- The Heart. 

A Lie, I am unaware of.

Crawling and flowing through every vein in my body;

A piece of me, ephemeral. 

My eyes are dark and criminal.

So many things seen but not shown. 

'Views', unfathomable,

Actions, unpleasant to the soul. 

These eyes have seen the others

Shine and also cry;

These eyes have lived long enough to 'just die'. 

Trepidant lips, trying to utter words to expedite emotions;

Trying to jerk up a lip into a word.

Struggling the best to make my feelings and thoughts more accentuated. 

These lips have a multitude of tales to tell.

I WISH I HAD THE POWER. 

I WISH PEOPLE KNEW. 

I WISH I KNEW...

I go back to the full self. 

I look at myself again. 

And then I look at some other body inside me,

Engulfed into a shallowness too merry. 

I see her rising high with stilettos pinching her soul. 

I see her 'superficial depth'.

Again.

There are innumerable and incomprehensible WORLDS inside me;

And these worlds have different feelings;

Hence, different WORDS. 

I go back to looking at my face and there they are, 

My whole universe in my face

Packed into a pair of pink and brown, 

A pair of lips. 

I move them a little and utter a syllable.

There it is, my Remedy, my consolation, 

My word, my world, my Power. 

Words. 

Fiery. Burning. Pleasing. Soothing.

Strong. Magnificent. Enormous. 

Holding a thousand times more impact than a feeling.

Manipulating infinite lies into one truth. 

A power, picking brains.

A killer, responsible for 'Internal Homicide'.

Words. 

Conveying every message.

Mincing every situation. 

Creating new worlds.

Words.

What better could and must a pair of thin lips do?