Unpainting myself

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I was painted even before I could open my eyes
in colors that never belonged to me
in shades that never resonated with me
the mirror always portrayed a lie
I was just the canvas for the dye
the paintbrush tactfully concealed my identity
it created an illusion of a false personality
doing those “right things” that they said, never made me happy
to not know yourself is the greatest calamity
to never find yourself is the greatest cruelty
it took me so many wrong turns, so much misery
to be able to break those obstacles to liberty
I’m unpainting myself, peeling off what’s imparted by the society
I’m liberating myself, setting myself free
to blow around like carefree wind, to flow around like the unconfinable sea
I’m unpainting myself, removing away what doesn’t belong to me

Words that I speak, things that I believe
all have been taught to me
if I forget them, I may find what’s inside
it’s time to leave these moulds and carvings aside
spread my wings,set my soul free and glide
to find the truth that has been kept disguised
like the star that turns to dust on it’s deepest dive
like the caterpillar to a butterfly
that’s what I strive to find
they reward when we remain docile
so we live all our lives being facile
I’m no more the slave to not catechise
I’m unpainting myself, to undo the centuries old defile
I’m unchaning myself, removing away the needless pile
to blow around like carefree wind, to flow around like the un-confinable sea
I’m unpainting myself, removing away what doesn’t belong to me

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2018)
Lahore, Pakistan
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