I opened my eyes one night
To find the nightmare lurking
Near the foot of my bed
With scary hooded face
Luring me with its viciousness.
I recall being dragged
To the unknown land.
My eyes searched for light
To explore the unexplored
Helplessly in the darkness
I became the prisoner of destiny.
A loud mourn from the corner
Chilled me to the bones.
The shriek was so deafening
And I realized I would fall
Into the oblivion.
I tried to find my way
Out of this maze
But darkness blindfolded my eyes.
Unheard voices whispered
I kept looking from where they emerged.
Like a shadow melting in the dark
The strange nightmare
Vanished in the broad daylight.
Only to follow me next night
From behind the trees in the dark
As if keeping a watch over me.
I felt petrified yet helpless.
And ran across the field
To the nearby well
And shouted Help! Help!
My voice echoed
My shadow
Reflected back
Like a stranger from the well.
I lend my hand to her
She grabbed it and came out
It was like me returning
From the well.
She did not run away like a traitor.
She was there to stay.
I found out at last
It was me who followed
The unexplored
The stranger
The hooded
The nightmare
The shadow
The reflection.
Today I am facing myself
Answering all questions
I refused to address long ago.
Now I know why it followed.
It was I who needed to know myself
After all the stranger was me
By Binita Jha
To find the nightmare lurking
Near the foot of my bed
With scary hooded face
Luring me with its viciousness.
I recall being dragged
To the unknown land.
My eyes searched for light
To explore the unexplored
Helplessly in the darkness
I became the prisoner of destiny.
A loud mourn from the corner
Chilled me to the bones.
The shriek was so deafening
And I realized I would fall
Into the oblivion.
I tried to find my way
Out of this maze
But darkness blindfolded my eyes.
Unheard voices whispered
I kept looking from where they emerged.
Like a shadow melting in the dark
The strange nightmare
Vanished in the broad daylight.
Only to follow me next night
From behind the trees in the dark
As if keeping a watch over me.
I felt petrified yet helpless.
And ran across the field
To the nearby well
And shouted Help! Help!
My voice echoed
My shadow
Reflected back
Like a stranger from the well.
I lend my hand to her
She grabbed it and came out
It was like me returning
From the well.
She did not run away like a traitor.
She was there to stay.
I found out at last
It was me who followed
The unexplored
The stranger
The hooded
The nightmare
The shadow
The reflection.
Today I am facing myself
Answering all questions
I refused to address long ago.
Now I know why it followed.
It was I who needed to know myself
After all the stranger was me
By Binita Jha
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