Poem- The Locked Room and The Little Voice written on 12th March 2020

When I am flooded with random emotions, I write. It is the best way of expressing yourself and to me the best way to cope up with my emotions. If someone hates you just say, "Later, hater." and then just forget all about that person.

The Locked Room and The Little Voice

Locked inside a dark room, 

I felt trapped.

I cried and shouted for help,

But there was no one around for miles.

When my rods had adjusted to see the gloominess around me and I had almost given up,

I spotted a thing shimmering like a diamond in the darkness,

I was blinded by the shimmer.

More specifically I was astonished on seeing it.

I pondered, how it was shimmering in that darkness.

Then I remembered, "On the darkest of nights, shine the brightest of stars." and it indeed was shining brightly.

I feebly smiled as I approached the source, it's aura pulling me towards itself.

My cones finally come out and I can feel it.

The feeling of Pandora, when she met the last resident of her box, hope.

It sparked a flame in my heart,

That heart which was out cold was now slowly warming up.

You see, I was locked up in this room by someone else.

All these years I have searched for the key and the code to find out the secret combination of the lock.

But there was none.

But now it was up to me to pick up the courage to break down the door, the walls, the whole room.

And be exactly that wrecking ball I wanted to be.

People don't actually like this ball,

But I do, this is my life to live not theirs.

All I wanted to hear was, "It's okay. Go out there and be yourself."

But these words were coming from a place,

A place inside of me, from the back of my head.

These words were indeed coming from me, myself.

After I broke out and found myself.

I went out in the streets,

People saw me and whispered behind my back.

But I could sense that they were judging me.

"But they can't mark or judge me.

Because they're in their own shoes and I'm in mine. 

Neither do they have the right to judge me nor do I."

That voice told me, I think it could feel me in pain.

That voice also told that there was someone like me, out there.

Out there in a corner of the world, waiting for me like I'm for him.

This voice had been with me through thick and thin,

And I was amazed to see how sometimes,

Even the smallest of syllables can make a big difference.

I now know that not all people will like me and nor will all hate me.

I'm not alone on this voyage, there are millions like me,

Fueled by their zeal, hope and optimism,

And even if I'm alone, I still have that "little voice" right?

~ Ashmita Acharyya