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Tryst with Myself

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I was cuddled up in a sheet that day,
watching the raindrops trace on my reflection,
on the dusty window.
A sound of a drop reverberated more
than the ghastly silence.
In a few minutes, the dust melted away.
The sky wasn’t bright, neither was it dark.
It was an essential gray, promising of a tempting void
that smelled of a fresh petrichor
and a floor made of broken glasses
that has forgotten to bleed the flesh.

I fed my everlasting reflections
to these broken mirrors
till the floor smelled of my debauchery
of selling facades of appeasement

I made a tryst with myself,
to be brutally honest
to my purpose on this planet.

And so, here am I,
abiding the tryst,
It’s the mellow beginning.
A warm end awaits, I believe.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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11 thoughts on “Tryst with Myself”

  2. I really like this imagery and the idea of “tryst with myself.” I’m a bit confused, though, about your use of “tryst” at the end. It sounds like you’re using it to mean “bargain”, a meaning I’m not aware of. Did I miss something?

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  3. I really like this mirror imagery and the idea of “tryst with myself”. I’m a bit thrown off, though, by your use of “tryst” at the end. It sounds like you’re using it to mean “bargain”, a meaning I’m unaware of. Did I miss something?

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    • Hi, I am glad you liked it. What I wanted to convey is the resolute promise I have made to myself to avoid mirrors or self-admiration(metaphorically) and thereby citing it as a ‘tryst’ with myself(a metaphor tried to explain self-love) on the day to change and pursue what I like. Let me know please if it sounds vague even now.

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      • Yes, Shashank, I understood that was what you’re going for. It’s “abiding the tryst” that troubles me because it conjures up “abiding by the rules”, which seems like a false definition. I might go with “true to the tryst”, which moves it more in the direction of self-love, but then, it’s not my poem. 🙂

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