Out of Place

This wrote itself, when sleep refused to visit me until early morning today. :D

The title says it all. It didn’t take a lot of imagination. Just put a few thoughts and experiences of someone who is not new to the feeling into words.


Cross the threshold.
Blend with the wall.
Little bold.
Feel so small.

A frozen smile.
Forced laughter.
A little guile.
A seasoned actor?

Or life’s child?
Hiding her face,
A child in the wild.
Out of place.

- Arya


Agree? Don’t agree?… Let me know. :)

Arya

A poet - A bookworm, definitely, a bookworm - A photographer - A simple person who loves music, making craft-y things - haunted by nightmares starring stairs without railings, spiders, snakes.

India