My Name



My name

Is an assortment of letters,

Perched upon

A white  page,

Along with words

That define me.

And yet,

Each time,

I seek to slink away,

It stalks me

And traps me

And holds me,

Till I give in.

A call, a note

Or whatever else

And I am back again.

And yet

What would I be

Without my name?


What do you think?


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Written by Jaya Pillai

A teacher and a learner - both by passion and profession. Music, cooking, reading, writing, traveling and all kind of creative stuff keep me  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark evenings  talking to the stars or thinking

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