The Impostor…
“So you think you can create
A poetry alright?
The one before was just chance
That you could write.”
I read it again and again
Do the words feel trite?
It does feel surreal
Like someone else’s feat
I ripped off
The same doubts, the same fear.
“Should I post this mom?
Or does it sound fake and wrong?”
Like someone else holding the quill
And the ink spilling itself
To etch words on parchment
Against my will.
Did you really get that right?
Was it luck’s might ?
No, I answered distraught
It was one heluva fight.
For the time longest past
I pondered aghast
Why some wisdom never stayed
Long enough to recall and reverb
But then arrived uninvited
As and when it suited.
Sometimes a boon, sometimes a bane
And at times a tad late
When it wasn’t anymore needed.
Was toiling worth it?
Should you continue to forbear?
Only like words etched on sand
Sans a warning knell prior
To be washed in the swell clear.
They said, “The eye can’t see
What the mind does not know”
So maybe somewhere deep within
Buried under layers of fine print
Is that elusive little skunk
Of a lost memory
Hiding amongst the other punks
Playing hide and seek.
At times crazy, at times a zilch
Other times, an Oracle or a Witch
How I sometimes wish
Upon the shooting star
With prayers innumerable
That I am yet to fulfil.
To retrieve my impressions at will
And place them in my pensieve
To read to the world
Loud and sure.
This time etched on stone not sand
How I wish, I had my magic wand.
That voice in my head
As always, sniggered and said,
“Remove your mask for the world to see
May be you aren’t as good
As you wish to be.”
May be I am not too bad either
I retorted, my head held high.
It is all me
Everything I write
Everything you see.
I am not the best here
But I am good enough
And better I shall be.
Because you don’t realize
That all I have is a pensieve broken
And to fix it perfect
I have not my magic wand yet.
The above lines are based on how I second guess myself in everything I do and how I wish I had an eidetic memory…The words not in bold is the voice in my head and the voices around me.
