Every morning begins the same..
same light slipping through my window
same streets waking without surprise
same version of me
walking through it all
People here know me, my name, my home
But no one knows how often I leave
Not with footsteps, but with a mind
that refuses to stay back.
While I sit here, I am elsewhere
I am walking through unfamiliar streets
pausing at signboards, I cannot read
listening to conversations
I don’t fully understand
yet feeling them.
And then, someone calls my name
And just like that, I am back
Back to this room and this town
that holds me gently, but too tightly
life is good, yet not enough.
Sometimes I stand by this very window
a little stretched, looking out
as if the road might suddenly
lead somewhere else….
And that’s just a hope
Maybe I could
If only I choose to go..!!
-kavitha prabhakaran
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 4:23 AM UTC
Every morning begins the same..
same light slipping through my window
same streets waking without surprise
same version of me
walking through it all
People here know me, my name, my home
But no one knows how often I leave
Not with footsteps, but with a mind
that refuses to stay back.
While I sit here, I am elsewhere
I am walking through unfamiliar streets
pausing at signboards, I cannot read
listening to conversations
I don’t fully understand
yet feeling them.
And then, someone calls my name
And just like that, I am back
Back to this room and this town
that holds me gently, but too tightly
life is good, yet not enough.
Sometimes I stand by this very window
a little stretched, looking out
as if the road might suddenly
lead somewhere else….
And that’s just a hope
Maybe I could
If only I choose to go..!!
-kavitha prabhakaran
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