THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

Staring the golden centre of the ceiling fan, I ought to see my reflection.

Too obsessed of what exactly is my projection, and that is my pure dedication.

I see through conversations and find me,

Each detail in the reflection shall adore me,

Roads full of hurdles attention crisis.

Aesthetic visions, pretty people with pretty prices.

Holding the dark yesterday where I was overlooked,

To connect with them I saw nothing and stood.

Sweet and small talks accompanied with regards are my currency.

I'm not pleasing your presence till you show me your loyalty.

Well, ironically my loyalty belongs with people who don't comment on my wrongs.

Somedays I drown in sorrow making lakes and ponds.

My therapy is scrolling with my mouth shut and eyes wet.

My life now is what others live and sweat.

Still all my flaws I see in everyone but not me.

Pushing myself up will eventually push others down the tree.

Your generalising eyes would see me as insane,

And i purely see this currency exchange as a game.

Staring at my phone I see the success when it vibrates non stop.

Once I longed to be loved by some and never wished for swap.

Belive me my eyes are full and heart is good.

I just started admiring me, because no one ever stood.