Our feelings are trapped within us. Neelakshi asks if hurt could be hung on the wall and displayed, in this poignant verse, exclusively for Different Truths.
Can you hang up your hurt
On a wall or something?
So that they can see it
On, say, scraps and notes
And bits and post-its
Notebooks, sheets
Or posters, banners,
Or heap them up
To heal… With flowers
Heaps and heaps of them
Like Lady Di’s 
On her impromptu
Memorial…
Laid out lovingly, on show!
Peacefully, longingly,
Sincerely laid out
So pretty no one would know
How much or when or why
They hurt … so much …
Except you…
And when the time came to carry them away
You would remember
Each little crumple, each fold,
Each scar, dog-ear,
Scratch and watermark
But you’ll have to let go…
Let go like everything
Like the sands of time
Like water through your fingers
Like the wind blowing on your face
Like a birthday candle
Like time….
And let them be carried away
Buried away? Maybe
Who knows?
Unless…you really build
A hurt wall?
©Nilakshi Roy
Pix from Net.
Nilakshi Roy is an Associate Professor in English in Vaze College, Mulund, Mumbai. An occasional academic writer and poet, she writes short stories and articles. A founder of Culture All: Conversations on Cultural and Social Awareness, she works with underprivileged children and women, in Thane, in her spare time as of now. She has authored a number of papers on diverse subjects, notably on fashion, on the Saree, and the choli, and on film.
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