[3rd place at TPC Annual Awards 2020;
adjudged on the basis of poems 00 to 08]
"Relearning and revival,
Visions and revisions.
No more ephemeral, forever eternal."
Evolution does not occur overnight.
It occurs one mistake and one epiph...
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There are those who hanker after a horizon, And those who become one. Just the way the sky meets the earth in an eerily linear manner, I stand here before the sea, Steadying an emotionally reclined torso for what lies on the other side.
(This heart instinctively takes the backseat.)
I've grown up raw and brute, With adversity commonplace like the back of my hand. Tides high and low have tried to sweep me away, Taken me into dangerous depths, I have waged through enough of this mad world, And today I'd like to stand.
It's not that I don't have dreams— There are those who vie for a horizon, And those who wish to be one.
(A peace unsurpassed.)
I know I've been brought up to be remarkable, But it's high time I sat down before someone remarkable, And stood out as starkly ordinary.
And at the end of an unforgettable day, When my muscles whimper and bones rub each other for comfort, Maybe I'm just trying to sink in the fact, As uncomfortable as it may be, That I am at the end of the day, Beyond all my mighty endeavours, Ordinary.
Are we?
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