Open the door

/ Sameera

I want to go out.

Inside the four walls of my room,
memory seeps like a fungal infection,
turning the white walls, green.
Green is the colour of my envious nature,
as pointed out by random people
in a family function.
Throughout my age, I have wondered about loneliness
but I finally gave up.
Today, I do not want the flowers,
the spring of this city.
I want to sit inside my ribs
and escape the sight of the world.
The noise.
The voice.
I see a difference but let’s just close the eyes.

I expand my ribs by gulping the last stench of air left in my room.
It began with white washing my heart
with a childhood fragrance,
it ended up getting robbed by a tiger.
Two tragedies of my life,
and I wish I shouldn’t have been alive.

I am a God-fearing woman,
so I inhale all the oxygen
throwing my heart out on the street.
(If you like it, pick it up)
But do not return.
Without the emotion inside
I am relaxed,
waiting for numbness to dive in
but I will be safe.

I do not wish to grow out of this home,
my ribs will not expand more.
There’s no space left for anyone to accumulate,
all I need now is the silence.
So I pray,
pray,
and pray.

This home is a better place,
I feel alive here,
but there are no windows
to take more air.
I am suffocating
please
open
the
d

o o r

/open the door/

©Sameera Mansuri 2020

Consider it a rant, I can’t call this a poem apparently.

22 thoughts on “Open the door”

  2. The opening to this is beauty, the four walls relating to the proverbial mind of yours which is a work of art I must say. Each verse held its own story that was gorgeously depicted, not wanting flowers, no need for sympathy for the strong. The tiger, a metaphor of an animal robbing innocence. Not returning the heart if found, a way of leaving pain behind becoming free of emotions. You have a beautiful mind.❤️
    Solace screams out in this piece in so many ways wanting to shut out the noise, praying for the voices to go away and in the crescendo that proverbial door urges to be opened…as to say “let me in”. Just to get that small breath of sanity in there. If you only knew how many times I read this and smiled lovely🌹. This was a wonderfully written piece, and to say this wasn’t a poem was truly poetic because that’s what rants are, poetry in emotion.

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