At the Edges of Our Round Earth

standing at the edges 

of this proven-to-be round earth 

feels very weird.

people who never know the edges

of circular objects

can never see me tripping down from here.

a perfect spot

away from the buzzing centre

that holds people of value.

i realised i never belonged to the centre.

i don't hold values of worth.

then, i was made to realise

margins aren't for me either.

i am privileged enough to be a misfit there.

that was when i found the edge;

an edge from which i can disappear,

from which i can slip away stealthily

from the clutches of being human and more.

i don't belong here or there

i belong to the liminal zone

that has grown too narrow to hold anyone.

i cannot belong there as well.

my position at the edges are clear now

more than ever before.

i found my edges and,

i can and will fall to bits

without your notice.

all you will know when i am gone

is that i diffused pollens of my thoughts.

make sure you escape

my splintered words of nonsense

for your own good.

Gayathri Tamilselvan

May 10

7:49 pm

(Picture from Pinterest)