The Me In Me Poem by Mallika Achuthan Menon
The Me In Me
I teased none
As I never practised it.
I hurt nobody
As I knew its agony
I loved none
As all denied me the same.
I failed in believing others
As betrayal followed me always.
I hated my mind
As it couldn't hide emotions well.
I forgot to smile
As woes vowed to stay with me.
I lost hope forever
As life turned
its face away from me.
I shut myself from the glory of glee
As I preferred the gloom of melancholy
I am not outspoken by nature
As I found peace in my own cocoon.
I let no one to share or care
As I dared to confide in no one.
I wanted to toss all soft emotions
As they forced me to become malleable.
I was lugged by many hands of failures
As I lost aplomb in life for ever.
I loathed to brim my eyes with tears.
As I wanted to conceal my weakness.
I liked the solitude the most
As it soothed my innerself.
I hated to advise a single one
As it is facile to give
but strenuous to practise.
I really detest the face with sympathy
As no one offered when I needed it.
I forgot to sing sweet melodies
As lilt of my soul died long ago.
I nurtured distaste in each matter
Which may turn as feast for eyes of all
As hues and shades of my flight of fancy
Were erased by fate with no mercy.
I emptied all my hopes and dreams
As both were forms of myths in my mind.
Stood agape when I watched
the me in myself silently.
The negative outlooks
My intimate inmates of intellects
oggled at me time after time
When and how
they made me their slave?
Swayed this query
in front of me.
I wished freedom
an escape from them
To instill new hope,
a pinch of positivity.
Either I may succeed
or they may win over
what will happen next
That I leave to the future.
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Poignant. Touching. Soul searchinģ. Beautifully written. Yet beyond self discovery is a life to discover. Life is too short not to stand among the flowers and smell them. I give perfect 10.
fill your heart with beautiful colours of nature and cheer up always to see dreams of hope
I recommend THE PRISON IN MY HEART on my PoemHunter page. It presents a contrasting view on what you call the inmates of intellect. I did not write it: it is my translation of a friend's poem.
Your frank self-scrutiny strikes a chord in me. INMATES OF INTELLECT is a telling phrase, because self-sabotaging tendencies are enslaved and enslaving. However, If human beings did nothing but assert raw will, there would be nothing to love. You discern so many tentative, fragile sprouts worthy of being fostered.
I believe, that once we are able to see ourselves in the mirror, we can reflect upon it and do things that are necessary to enhance its desirability. Since you have already identified 'the me in me, ' the future course of events can be monitored and controlled to a large extend. Loved the poem very much.
The 'you' in you...a drill in philosophy....it is natural for u to become soft yet outspoken, open yet conservative, smile yet melancholy....the emotions narrated in a classic style by you....10 points
An intense, deep piece, sharing thoughts that many can identify with, I wish you freedom, hope and trust! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I teased none As I never practised it. I hurt nobody As I knew its agony I loved none As all denied me the same. Failed in believing others. . Solitude, sweet melodies dreams myths silence negative outlooks wishing freedom Either I may succeed or they may win over what will happen next That I leave to the future. So many points I collected as I read your poem. here they are. A very fine poem with so many ideas and the internal struggle to emerge from the negative to positive. Loved this poem very much. Tony naturally a big 10 +