Outgrown

The labels don’t fit anymore

I cramped myself to appease uncreative minds

Outgrow, I often do

So fast your auras swing in that torrent

Unfazed, I often am

By the size of your box where you fitted me

Did I mention clearly

I transform faster than you can fathom

where to box my growth

My light alone is enough to brighten the universe

My darkness enough the engulf it all

I choose dusk

The half point

where the appeasing stops

Regard prevails

Or deep burial ground of subconscious awaits

My gives are heart felt

My takes are my soul’s right

Just wait with open arm

Or

Get out of my way

Coz I outgrow restrictions

I reject your managed spaces of your projections for me

I don’t give in to fear based

I can pull the soul strings

Like a clear quartz, I keep my mirror clean

So the best of the universe reflects in it

Outgrown, I have a long time ago

Unapologetic – I am for the flight

These wings were cramped

They struggled with all their might

Withstood the wind

They fell quietly many a time

Now they look up declaring

The unclean mirrors don’t bother me

I have outgrown apologising for faulty projections

You can look up and cheer at my wings

Or you can want the same things

Maybe I will teach you too

To outgrow that which doesn’t resonate

If you cheer on with a clean mirror

-Poet and Counsellor Rupika Moitra