I AM….
By Rimly Bezbarua
I am their Fantasy
That fires their desires
Their hidden longings
They weave their dreams
Around me
But fail to make
Me real.
I am the “What if”
Ponderings of their life
That could have been
But lacking the conviction,
The courage to
Give it a shape.
I am the Cauldron
Storing their panacea
For heartaches
Handing out magical potions
That makes them whole
Coming back always for more
Leaving me empty.
I am their Muse
Inspiring them to
Break into poetry
Celebrating their life
While all I have
Are sad and broken verses.
I am their Secret
Their thoughts, their desires,
And dreams are mine alone
And yet I am nothing.
While I still seek
The One in whom
Fulfillment will be mine.
Editor’s note: the poet’s introduction in her own words – ‘born in Guwahati, Assam, educated in Shillong and Darjeeling, I am a mother of a 17 year old son. I write when I am touched, when my soul cries. I believe the root of all beautiful poetry is pain. As Shelley says “Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts’.
Rimly Bezbarua’s writings are available on: http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.com/