uncolored knowledge, quantified emotions

“Sometimes the needs are not transitive”

Sometimes the knowledge of someone’s power just sneaks over you,
Catching you unawares…

Sometimes, it isn’t power
Sometimes, it does not have color

Those seconds and minutes,
Those counted steps and numbered counts
An attempt at drowning the sense of helplessness inside
Perfectly stoic calm holding
The butterflies lurching around in the bile
My own metaphors for the state
Clouding my mind

Threw everything in the box
Heaped everything on the scales

And crossed my fingers
Packed my prayers
Eyelids shut tight
And hoped against hope,

That the sheer force,

Make the difference
Shift the weight…

And make the moment mine…

With, an unbroken absoluteness.

Copyright © Neerja Yadav

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