By P. V. Anand Krishna

I never chose this existence — this small space with stolen breath,
these walls that silently constrict every time I take the chance to dream.

I was destined for wider horizons, for paths that exhale under my steps, and
for a camera cozy in my grasp, capturing the little wonders that
the globe falls into hush — as changing silhouette, a weary grin, a
whisper of air that nearly converses.

Yet here I stand, confined within a structure of expectations, responsibilities piled up
like bricks, days compressed until the edges sharpened.

I envision escaping — of slipping away from this rigid exterior, of wandering
where narratives flourish freely, seizing each action prior to its
fades into recollection.

Restless nights urge me to persist, that eventually the focus will
open once more, and illumination will flow in until the container shatters and I
exit intact.

However, until that moment arrives, I remain — partially in the world, partially in the box,
grasping toward the optimism that eventually I will select the door rather than the barriers.

 
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P. V. Anand Krishna is an up-and-coming author delving into subjects of identity, restriction, and change. His creations combine reflective feelings and vibrant visuals taken from ordinary experiences. Driven by a love for storytelling and photography, he aims to seize the moments that unveil the hidden truths of human existence. This poem captures his continuous path of personal exploration and creative liberation.