“Out all night”- Nayana Nair

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Every night
I saw that girl
who roamed the dark streets
with eyes filled with smoke
and feet swaying with confusion and power.
With clothes that reminded me of night sky.
She was out all night
to paint the world
in the color
of her black beautiful broken heart.
The many masks of her
hung by her wrist.
They smile, sneer and look down
at the faceless shadows
that are bound to disappear.
And though it always puzzled me
how she could smile,
after breaking so many people.
I finally understood
how it could be so hollow
and so fulfilling at same time.
I finally understood all this
the morning when I woke up as her.

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7 Comments

    1. Thanks you šŸ™‚
      It is my misfortune that I always end up writing sad poems šŸ˜¦
      I don’t know whether to call it fiction or not. Some image I has seen of a girl, and I ended up weaving this poem around that image. But I guess at least figuratively there must be some truth to it, cause I can really relate to the feeling of realizing that I’ve become something that I could never understand (that I never thought I will become)
      But I don’t think it is something bad, just a sort of experience. My daily dose of sadness is essential for my creativity (which I am lacking in).
      Thanks once again. šŸ™‚

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