Kabir Deb writes

MESS 

Never judge me 

A nude picture has a history

Wherein the undefined body gets definition 

Sets an outline for the whole world 

To make the introvert an extrovert

The past life is the same 

Everyone has the opportunity to look 

Some interpret it with an open mind 

Because thousands walk with the same motive 

While others interpret it like a smog 

Seeing it with millions of arrows firing together 

Judging the present on the basis of the past

Time changes for reasons explained 

12 to 1 to 2 to 3, the clock runs for nature to live 

Emotions live in the same way 

With limited amount of air to breathe 

When one runs away, the emotions fade like a flower

Deeply saddened by the arrival of monsoon 

You, yes you, the one who is reading this poem 

You have a past life which is full of light 

Of different wavelengths marking their territory 

Or it is by chance comprised of dark ink

Splattered over the page of life, like a leaked refill 

Did I ask you of your past life? 

Maybe I know what you went through 

But did I ask you, how did you dare to proceed? 

You should live in the page that has ink splattered 

No, I didn't ask, for I know life isn't a single page

It is a novel full of emotions of different genres

Life is a clock which has the nature to change 

When the other hand breaks you apart 

Today, I shall ask, "How did you interpret my present

With the help of the past that ate me up?" 

Your life isn't a book, but mine is

I don't like to bathe over and over 

With the ink I once bathed, like a pest 

I love to bathe with water for I am living 

Let me live. 

 

 Noctis No. 8 -- Mark M Mellon