The Soul Sanctuary: Used

Oct 11, 2011

These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 7:09 AM

Like a tissue,

Lying used

Lost on your messy table,

Out of its dainty box

Now hidden under in the wastepaper bin.

Here I was

Thinking

That for the first time

Miracles were blossoming.

And yet,

Here you were

Revelling in the illusion

That hung like curtains from my eyes.

I watch you from the corners of tables,

From the tops of fans,

From behind the pillars like a lost soul-

I watch you use others

Like the poor tissue that resembles me.