My world

This is an image of the world seen from a person's lens.I felt it was an apt image for my poem.

When I was younger, the world 

beckoned me to explore it,  

to play football on the streets 

using the gates of houses as  

goals, to ride my bicycle into 

neighbouring districts, finding  

unfamiliar faces my age and  

befriending them, but as I grew 

older, I sought to bring the world 

to my dimensions, to hold its  

length, breadth and depth in  

my palm as if I were a god,  

the beginning and  

the end, the Alpha and the Omega, 

the eternal now who conquered  

reality with his imagination,  

but this made me grow smaller — 

tinier and tinier, until I became as 

infinitesimal as a sigh, a little  

fly hovering around in a gloomy  

apartment with dim lighting.  

Then passive and resigned,  

I settled for nothing,  

I gave up the ghost, though I  

still walked, my utterances  

becoming monosyllabic,  

my thoughts adrift in no-man’s-land,  

but now, after years of struggling  

with myself, boxing my shadow 

and trying to grasp purpose,  

I feel a nascent hope glowing,  

still amorphous, but within reach. 

It doesn’t usher me to mystical  

peace or a raw communion with  

nature. It doesn’t demand sacrifice  

or conflict or the quotidian giving  

and receiving of love. It only asks me 

to accept myself, to shed diffidence  

and learn to be.

Photo by Saketh Garuda on Unsplash

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Tanmay Philip
August 20, 2022 11:11 pm

This poem is filled with such wonderful hope. I don’t know if we can ever regain that wonder and acceptance of the world we had when we were children, but it seems that you have found the next best thing.

August 21, 2022 10:28 am

Beautiful poem <3 This is really deep. I especially love how the last few lines imply that we don't owe anyone a penance to be able to accept ourselves.

August 21, 2022 12:21 pm

As we grow older, we learn, that the world is not as, beautiful, that life isn’t, as easy, we become, socialized by our, environment, and we react to things we come into contact with, based off of the, earliest experiences of life in our, infancy, years

Sunra Rainz
August 21, 2022 1:04 pm

A coming-of-age stretching feeling in this poem that gives you such a sense of comfort as you read. And the image complements it so well 🙂

Sunra Rainz
August 23, 2022 4:34 pm
Reply to  Nitin Lalit

Is that what it’s called! Ha ha, thanks.

ben Alexander
August 21, 2022 4:27 pm

Nitin, this is definitely one of the more profound and relatable pieces that I have had the pleasure of reading recently!


August 30, 2022 5:36 pm

Once we hit rock bottom, the only way is up…I love how you ended it with hope and realistic acceptance. Wonderful write, Nitin.

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