Poetry 2013 Shortlist, Megha Mathur

Closet of A Mangled Past

Every now
And then
I go back
And rummage through
My closet
Of cluttered memories
Crumpled moments
Haywire fragments
I heave a sigh
And then give it a try
Do away with all
I no longer need
All that binds
Me to a past
Chains me
To pain
All that stops
Me from holding
The reins
Of my life