The Obsessional

He traps himself with words,
He walks up and down its mobius strip.
He hits back at himself
With words in his raging trip.

He never runs out of it
He is a slave.
He scars n digs with words,
Words too, become his tape.

Words are his reason
Words as his shield,
What sheer fragility…
Has he kept concealed!

– Bia Roy

Bia a Master’s student of Psychology at the Ambedkar University Delhi. She aspires to combine her training in the sciences with her life experience and interest in psychoanalysis and philosophy.

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