Dear Unfamiliar

Poetry Jul 13, 2021

The little boy next door knows I play a joker
Under a veneer of white and red,
With a queer Glasgow grin, that masks
The face he hardly ever sees.
An artist is born to create art that he covets,
And I impersonate this art
That resides in his soul, through his eyes -
For a living.
They know me for my skills
To play the inadvertent actions of the day,
To pretend it happens to me in the same ways
As they;
And be a person that I may never be.
The stage under the limelight is a mirage
That lures but never provides -
And surreal as it may seem outwardly -
It is but a room for one’s own.
They’ll remember me as a persona
In the psyche I performed, but wasn’t born into -
I’m that obscure spot on a linen fabric,
That will wash away unnoticed.
I thrive on a distant identity;
But what’s in a name they say -
Yet, I long for an answer to
Who I could be, beyond the actor I chose to be.
A selfhood that I seeked every night
And keep seeking still.

-Aditi Mitra

Word War 1

This post was submitted as an entry for Word War I, a writing competition organised by DJ Lit! Follow us on Instagram to stay tuned for more such events : https://www.instagram.com/dj.litsoc/?hl=en

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