A poem by MANASVINI MONI.
‘A speck in the universe’
‘A particle of dust’
‘An old nail left to rust’
‘No offence taken!’, I nod. I agree with your thoughts. Inconsequential to the world. Inconsequential to me. I agree.
My mind drawn to my unimportance. Like a key word highlighted with a neon green pen.
I intently watch myself.
My feet on a stroll.
My slump on the couch.
My thumb on a scroll.
‘Fascinating…how she does nothing.’
Self-reflection on a perfect loop
The video doesn’t pause. My own personal hell bubble.
The subject of no one else’s scrutiny. The rusted nail on an old shelf.
Functioning just enough to avoid replacement.
I am perverse.
My own voyeuristic gaze, intensely aware of every move I make.
Hands fidgeting, mind buzzing. A spectator with no control. Sat alone in the velvet seat. Buttery popcorn, and fizzing soda.
2 and a half stars to Hotel California. An interesting protagonist, but there is no plot. Credits roll and there is no director. I get up to leave and there is no exit.
I sit still and she stands still, looking back at me through the silver screen. I wish I could reach her, and rewrite the plot. Enter her body and transfuse my thoughts.
But here I am. Consciously static. A rusted nail with a brain.
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