Vickey’s evocative poem explores life’s bitter twists, self-perception, and a past that taints the present, exclusively for Different Truths.

I often think
Why my life plays with me
Twists after twists with bitterness.
Astounded, I never knew
The summaries people have of me
And their millions of interpretations.
 
Dark is the colour of my breath
And diseased is my blood
These days, my heart pumps
Those ailing platelets into thoughts.
What are those invisible swellings?
 
I do sound
Like a misspelt word.
I do act
Like a broken syntax
I do behave
Like a delirious being.
 
My past floats on my present
Like toxic oil
All I seeIs the helpless future on the shore?

Picture design by Anumita Roy

Vickey David

Vickey David is an Indian English poet, editor and lecturer. Born in West Bengal, India, he authored three books and edited four poetry anthologies. He has been a participant in many national poetry and short story contests. He has also published his poems in online and offline magazines. He is best known for his minimalistic expression, through which he successfully captures the essence of everyday life.

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