The Usual

The Usual

A Poem by Sindu

I'm fine..


Heart palpitates, convulsing in chest;

stumped transfixed at the cracks.....

spreading out from blast zone.

Wall, bricks and muscles twitch,

mutilated images play the reel.

Past melts into present, burns future.

Nails dig drawing crescent rings,

eyes goad of play within.


Fear, pain

crumbling weakness.....


Inspite of dark and dull thrumming,

mask sits in place, tears untrickling,

never slipping, sealing dust in.

Endearing hands, hugs and warmth

stretch to placate and plea.

As easy it is to clamber, be free

douse in calm cremes and warm glow,

sleep to serenade, self-heal.


weakness crumbles,

fear pains.....


Mask sneers and scowls,

limbs freeze coaxing the warmth away,

hugs and hangs slip, confused,

hurt, however lays promises of help,

silent prayers stuck and sink.

Stranger strangled in sad solitude

Turning on back ask to be left alone,

wishing the opposite but not known.

says " I'm fine."

© 2015 Sindu

Author's Note

Untrickling is not a word, is it?

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Amazing ,
disguising the crying heart with confidential part...
unfolding the real self wonderfully. The bold font simply suits. ;)

Me too fine here. :D

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thank you so much! it's not easy to unfold the confidential part of the heart, I think.

2 Years Ago

Yeah, as much we are liking our part in the drama. :D

You are most welcome. :)
The mask can sometimes be so firmly fixed in place that the real feelings and needs are dispensed with as if they don't exist or aren't valid any longer. The mask becomes the person and vice versa but the inner person still cries for its wants and needs.A sure fire recipe for disaster and the prime reason for keeping masks from getting too attached and permanent.

Untrickling is a

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

The line thins with the time and the pretense becomes a protection.
Thanks a lot ANTO..
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the sound of someone hurting but at the last, fine! excellent writing skill employed here Sindu, an admirable in depth examination of self :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thanks a lot, Richard! Yeah, self examination is a strange thing
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A skillful write Sindu.

The words " i am fine" said so casually, used as a pretense, are unmasked within the lines of this poem. It takes guts to admit the right state of mind to people, but it is a must or we will keep living as quarantined lands. :D

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thanks a lot, moon! I agree, it's the hardest thing to do- to open up.
Oh no! Not the quaran.. read more
WoW!!! this is amazing...........
richly worded......
beautifully written....
Powerful sad write......
i loved it!!!

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thank you and for your help too :)
Pushkar Prabhat

2 Years Ago

very welcome!!! :) :)
Fantastic write, with a wonderful vocabulary of words!
The message is very solid as well, thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 Years Ago

Thanks a lot!

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Added on April 29, 2015
Last Updated on April 29, 2015




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