The Door without Handle

Dr Sudhansu Dash

Hiding myself behind me

The mask I wear always smiles behind a lie

Inside me I feel empty of missing a part of me

Nobody can hear my cry of the night

I have designed myself beautifully

 To hide all my falsities under the soil of a grave

My cracked bones, my decomposed flesh, my watery blood

The smell of hell locked in my heart

Behind all my smiles are the tears

Behind all my confidence are the fears

Of my gathered past and rearranged future

Everything there that you see

Is not everything that is me.

I have tried to unlock the door in all the sinning darkness

I have searched the handle to open it to prove my sincerity towards me

The door innocent and simple not to resist

It is the door without the handle

It waits to be opened not from outside but inside.