Tirtho in DifferentTruths.com reflects on transformation, memory, and the quiet evolution of the self through seasons of change.
Another season leaves me
with changes I can't understand.
I wonder if I am the one
I was
before its onset.
Something deep within beats
to a different pattern now.
It doesn't feel like my old heart of passion.
My eyes pass over sights once I fancied;
They see through things now --
views I had never known before.
I don't tread those paths of hurried pursuit;
my steps resist the pace.
I feel at ease with an undefined slowness.
The bitten tongue oozes blood;
it doesn't heal like it used to.
The scar stays; the taste lingers.
Memories of cherished moments
That were once my mind's sanctuary
struggle to find a space within my thoughts.
I am writhing in them now.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
A journalist by profession, Tirtho likes to call himself an international citizen. He has travelled across India, and worked in the UAE and Oman as well. Music and nature draw him. Tirtho lives in Noida currently. He has six poetry collections under his belt – the latest being ADRIFT. His poems have been published widely in a number of publications and anthologies.
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