#NaPoWriMo Day 8: The Dark Side of the Moon.

Today’s prompt via napowrimo.net is to write a poem about our alter-ego and describe them.

Who doesn’t think about what they’d do if they had an alter-ego? This is just something that I have given a lot of thought to, so the poem came almost naturally to me. It was very fun to write after a week of challenging prompts set by the folks at napowrimo.net.

Please go check out the poems written by my best friends, Kittu’s Modern Mixtape and Amour Infini. They are brilliant writers and I am so glad to be doing NaPoWriMo with them this year, again.

Now, here’s my poem! Xx

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“You’re not yourself, these days,”
And you’re right–
I’ve retreated somewhere deep
Into the corners of my mind–
The person you face
Isn’t me,
Hasn’t been for a while
But I don’t think you’ve noticed:

Her eyes don’t have the sparkle
That mine do,
Instead, they’re dark,
And they bore right into you
Like they know your secrets,
All your lies,
Every thought you have,
And everything you’ve done, too.

And her smile?
It’s really more of a smirk;
It’s nothing like mine,
It shows in the way her lips quirk,
With devious plans in store–
Of which she gives nothing away,
Not less, not more;
I bet it’d make the Devil sway.

She doesn’t talk as much as me,
And likes keeping to herself,
With an air of mystery
She wears quite well,
Just when you think you know her,
You don’t,
You can’t,
And you won’t.

She’s not the open book I am,
And she only exists when I’m not me;
Though, sometimes I wish
I could be all that she could be.
She thinks and knows better,
Writes better than I do–
The only thing we have in common;
Is that I’m a writer too.

And when I retreat
Into the deepest parts of me,
A slumber I hope
I never awaken from,
I’d rather let her live for me,
She’s better than I can hope to be;
But I make my peace with her,
For I know, she is, but, me.

I don’t know her name,
I call her Luna–
For like the dark side of the moon,
She is another part of me.
I call her Venus, I call her Night,
She goes by many names,
But every letter from her
Is signed with love, by me.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.

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