Nothing | Teen Ink


March 28, 2019
By KanchanNaik BRONZE, Pleasanton, California
KanchanNaik BRONZE, Pleasanton, California
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Favorite Quote:
You know my name, not my story!

the indian in me spares no expense with words

every sentence decked in red and gold

every phrase clanging like the silver bells

tied around the necks of cows tethered to stakes

the indian in me is the master of flamboyance

every stanza bursting with metaphors like

samosas crammed with potatoes and green peas

yet the indian in me is hollow, and when i search

for meaning beneath rows of red masala packets

and bundles of empty splendor, i find Nothing.

the american in me uses not, but seizes words

every phrase in gleaming shackles as though

they were stolen from another

the american in me clenches the metaphor

until it shatters, and grasps the allegory

so hard it loses shape.

the ravenous american in me imprisons all words

and in the end, finds Nothing.

and so in my entirety, i present the Great Nothing

the product of crumpled wads of paper

of broken poems and meaningless verses

so painfully painless, so perfectly empty

both the indian and the american in me

have been gorging on Nothing for years

and yet the human in me

still starves

The author's comments:

Hi, I am a sophomore in high school from California and I enjoy writing - poetry, memoirs, short stories et al.

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This article has 3 comments.

Sama said...
on Apr. 12 at 5:59 pm
Sama, Auckland, Other
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Wow! This is very relevant and relatable. The dilemma you are writing about transcends into very real emotions so fluidly.

Ziba said...
on Apr. 12 at 5:45 pm
Ziba, Auckland, Other
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Beautiful Kanchan! A piece that I’m sure all second and third culture people can relate to, especially as migrants.

Supi said...
on Apr. 12 at 5:41 pm
Supi, Auckland, Other
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I love it very melancholic

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