NaPoWriMo Day 13:  Today, I challenge you to write a non-apology for the things you’ve stolen. Maybe it’s something as small as your sister’s hairbrush (or maybe it was your sister’s boyfriend!)

So, I want to confess to a few acts of stealing. Hope the punishment isn’t too severe 🙂


 

Poem: Am I a thief?

 

The quagmire of life perplexes me,

Jeopardizes my thinking,

So few moments of peace

I steal from the repository of life

Every now and then

Sometimes scarcely, sometimes more often

Sometimes surreptitiously, sometimes righteously

Call me whatever, but don’t label me ‘thief

For I just set my foot in search of some peace

 

 

 

The acrimony of living renders me exasperated,

Even egotistic to some extent

So few moments of love

I steal from hearts of others

For love, they say, sweetens every bitter soul

Devotion and care, interspersed by love

Mollifies me, makes me more munificent

Call me whatever, but don’t label me ‘thief

For I just want to experience the ecstasy of love

 

 

 

The growing knots in delicate string of bonds

Quaver my conviction in relations

So few moments with myself

I steal from my kith and kin

No questions, no complaints

No explanations, no aversions

I just want to ruminate over my existence

Call me whatever, but don’t label me ‘thief

For I just demand some time for introspection

 

©Vandana Bhasin

13.04.2020

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