Skipped

 I'll skip that part.

You don't need to know it.

You'll be just fine knowing me as much as I choose to show you,

as much as I expose.

You're already judging me from what you know,

What would you possibly do with more?

I’Il skip that part.

I don't have to prove it.

I'II be just fine knowing or not knowing you completely,

I'm aware you too won't choose to truly express yourself to me.

And if I'm being honest, I'm evaluating you, your words and your actions already

What could I possibly do with more?

I'll skip that part.

But that part will never slip out of my memories.

Every time I breathe, every time I feel, every time I try to heal:

That part will cling to me- No

Not because I'm helpless, but because I want it to cling.

I chose to skip that part from appearing into the surface-

Mind it- the surface!

I'lI skip that part.

That part where I wasn't at my best,

Perhaps I failed

Or maybe made a mistake,

Probably I let someone, something let go off my grip,

I didn't portray too much interest, or maybe overdid it altogether,

That part where I stood perplexed, bewildered,

Facing the unknown, adjusting that surface face into a genuine smile,

That part when I gulped down pages and novels of words

From spilling off the brim, I left all those words unsaid- I left them on their graves.

I'II skip that part where I lied.

Also the part where I cried,

Stayed wide awake all night,

That part when life didn't meet my expectations,

Where I knew they were way more better than me,

And I? Too less; probably nothing at all.

I'll skip that part when I experienced what it is to actually

Feel small!

I'lI skip that part when I used to crawl-

I'll display myself only when I walk, run, or stroll.

I'll skip that part where I tore apart, just so that you wouldn't fall.

I'm glad you know me.

But you should know I've skipped a lot. I've skipped a lot of parts.

For you're just the audience, and 'cause you're special,

You're the audience that applauses longer and more.

You're the audience my eyes search for :

When I start the race, run the race, touch the ribbon,

Maybe even after and before!

Yet there's a huge difference between the understanding of the audience and the runner.

I'm not only the start and finish line that you notice,

I'm not exclusively my speed,

I'm also every thing in between,

I'm every step, every breathe, every heartbeat,

Every blink and all the weight when, even for a millisecond, I'm in the air

I'm the part that's skipped, often skipped...

~ Kripa Sarkar