Poems by
Abhishek Srivastava

Inner Demons

a poem by Abhishek Srivastava

These thoughts devour me,
I can’t control them.

Sitting in loneliness, I asked myself-
I couldn’t answer,
not to my question nor my thoughts.

Always camouflaging myself
not to stand out,
always blending in the situation and people,
posing to be one of them.

But I was never,
superficially bluffing,
but deep down, I was always the one left behind,
eventually looking around for a corner to sit and a wall to face.

Having a tsunami of thoughts inside me,
and still having a satisfying face
acting normal
and not even a bit of paleness on my face.

This world continues to wound me,
perfectly carving a mask for me.