I am walking
As if I am
A little too fond
Of gravity,
With my arms
Shaking and going
Numb under
The weight
Of everything
I am supposed
To memorise,
And my shoulders
Aching beneath
The ugly straps
Of a heavy bag,
Housing a
Huge, discontinued
From the market,
Shabby laptop,
Yet not spacious
Enough to hold
The books
In my arms,
So when a tiny
Pencil that I
Use as a bookmark,
Falls out of
One of the books,
And someone
Not too far away
Informs me about it,
My mind completely
Falls apart!
I bend down,
Slowly and with
A great difficulty,
To pick it up,
And begrudgingly
Thank the stranger
Who had ensured
That I would not
Even try to ignore
The soft thud of
A pencil that smallβ€”
He reminds me
Of the way
This world works…
We carry our weight,
All on our own,
Holding on to it
Lest we lose
Our way;
Forced to carry
All of it,
And not allowed
A chance to drop
Any of it off,
Not allowed
A chance
To be a little lost.


“You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.
Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?”
Anne Carson

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  1. This is really deep and, of course, totally relatable. I, too, seem to be “a little too fond of gravity” (what an absolutely brilliant way of putting it!) and feel weighed down by too many problems, both my own and those forced upon me by others. I will say this–had I witnessed that small pencil fall from your book, I’d have picked it up for you instead of just alerting you to it, and I’d have offered to carry your books for you. We all deserve a helping hand, and chivalry is not quite dead yet. Wonderful poetry as always, Aaysid. Such a joy to read. πŸ™‚

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    1. You are too kind and generous, Mike. Thank you so much for your wise words. Our world still makes sense because of people like you, who offer to carry other people’s weight out of the kindness of their hearts, in spite of being weighed down by their own troubles. 😊

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  2. A relatable moment that you have turned into a brilliant metaphor. Nice work, Aaysid. By any chance, have you read, The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien? Your poem reminded me of this book. I wrote a post on it months ago.

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    1. Thank you so much, Michele. I have not read the book, but I am going to add it to my list, and shall definitely read your post. It is always lovely to get book recommendations from friends. 😊

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  3. Oh, this is so wonderful and tragic at the same time. Just like living and being a human being on this planet. I adore the use of the pencil here, as it is often something small that finally breaks us a bit. I think what matters is how we respond to this breaking. Super insightful poem, Aaysid. ☺️

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