“Sometimes to find the truth, yes I’ve even lied.”
A line that holds the storm of all those unspoken inner wars.
My Rainy Days
And year by year I prepared a circle less of Less,
Waiting for a due why fight no to no, yes to yes.
Okay, try on you lie, I know the face, no need to confess,
Fold it, hold it, and calculate my life like chess.
Laugh out loud at your fake emotion,
You see a pond, but it has a fish-like ocean.
Silence of time inside me, quiet explosion,
Words of love are sometimes better unspoken.
The chemistry comes, and innate strangers become homies.
God damn, my mind is tinkering tricks on me.
In a relationship, making money is like matrimony,
Me surrounding me, hounding me, trying to be my only.
Oh dear, we have made our art of customary things,
Now surprise arises when you show the drift of wings.
And I laugh at the face of what sorrow brings,
Therefore, on these shall power attend beyond the grip of kings.
I dug right down to the bottom of my soul, and I tried,
And it isn’t straightforward to utter what I feel inside.
Living life with hiding a little less than suicide,
Sometimes to find the truth, yes, I’ve even lied.
And though I may be all wrong, doubled in half,
Trust, turn my stick into a cobra-like one, like Moses’ staff.
And all you see is close your eyes, here I’m making an autograph,
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh.
Written by Moshin Ansari
Poet’s Note
This piece poured out of me on one of those rain-heavy days when thoughts collide like thunder. It’s a collection of inner contradictions, bold yet vulnerable, fragmented yet whole. It’s about knowing yourself through the shadows, through love, confusion, self-deception, and the brief flashes of clarity.
Philosophical Reflections
“Circle less of Less” suggests how one keeps shrinking emotionally, year by year, withdrawing into an ever-smaller version of oneself.
“Turn my stick into a cobra like it was Moses’ staff”. Symbolizes reclaiming power, transforming ordinary pain into something divine or revolutionary.
Read More Like This
If you felt something while reading this, try “Na Tum Galat, Na Main Sahi”. A reflection on ambiguous truths in love.
What Did You Feel?
Did this poem echo something inside you? Share your thoughts in the comments or send them to someone who’s living through their rainy days.
