I wrote this because it was so complex that the idea fascinated me. It had to be a short poem, without the meaning being obvious, that told a story and explained a condition. As always, no offence is meant from my work to any persons, class, group, sect, religion, caste, sexuality, identity, etc.
Some times I wonder who it is,
It could be him, It could be her,
Hell, It could even be you,
Shrouded in mystery, Hiding in the dark,
Lurking in the shadows, A solace from the start,
Waiting, Slowly, Biding my Time,
Awaiting my guard down, Waiting to Strike,
Light to dark, Bad to good, Two wrongs don’t make it a right,
Comfort in the darkness, The shadows took me in,
Reveling in the success of my anonymity,
Anonymity, my solace from the start,
A bright shining hope, A light in the dark,
Some times I wonder, who it is,
It could be him, It could be her,
Hell, it could even be you,
Well, turns out it’s me!
ANVI TUTEJA
-with you till the end of the line, pal-
Thoughts Caught 