Sowmya Hiremat

No. It’s enough. 
All this noise that comes in. 
From the world. From the people. 
From the places. From the point of views. 
No is what I say to it. Not no to listening. 
Not no to holding peace. Or to give
it a thought. But NO to let it 
change the very core 
of what I am.

It is sacred ground
And my prayer. A treasure 
found after years of excavation. 
Tonnes of toil. And immense trials. 
with my life I guard it. I may not 
know myself fully. Nor I may
know it all. Or the ways 
in which the world 
works. But…

I know the core of me. 
That place is mine. And none
knows it better. So you are welcome 
to look at it. Comment on it. Form an opinion 
of it. Have a judgement about it.
Hate it. Love it. Deny it. Dismiss it. Discount it. 
You have a legit right to it all.
But I am the only one in 
The universe who 
will own it. 

Change it. If I want. 
Keep it, shape it, mould it
With my discernment. This holds 
Good- like 10 commandments. A truth. 
So all of it can flow towards me. 
Like rain water. But none of 
it will touch the corner stone.
It can fall on me. Drench
My skin, soak my bones..

But then into the 
Ground it shall sink or 
Go on along on to the path.
This home has deep pillars that go 
Down to the depths. It stands solid. 
Earthquakes can come and 
tornadoes too. The house 
may be decimated. 
That’ is okay. 

It will be built again. 
Because the roots go down 
to the very floors of hell.fires of 
underworld stand guard to this core. 
So yes, you can have a view. 
But my word on it is final
And one that will hold. 
Like the rule that 
The moon is 
Night’s gold.