Treasure Island

Nalini Chaturvedi

(18/2/71 / Jaipur, india)

Unveiling


Epiphany of sorts
when in my writing notes
I find answers
Rhythm of the drums
attunes me
to all that is to learn
Creativity helps me reconnect
with the rest of the living lot...
Epigenetics of my soul
so many life times to decode
glimpses of the past
I see them flicker but they do not last
hence remain, Yet untold
For Unfurling of the scrolls
Might reveal all my past roles
I need that healing
Got to rid this feeling
That I have committed same mistake
sometime not long before.
And then I will be on my road to true recovery
It’s somewhere hidden in the cloud
The poems I had written
by mistake forsaken
could not even sing them aloud

Submitted: Saturday, May 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, May 10, 2014

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