Rock, Paper, Blindspot, and You

And so here I am,
Back again in your blindspot.
Not in your thoughts,
Nor in your fascinations,
Not even a chance, years from now,
To be in your recollections.

To be in your blindspot,
Is like not even being born,
But conscious enough to lament.

And so here I go,
In this august month of 2017,
Back into the blindspot,
Back into the Total Eclipse.

And I will look for you wistfully,
Among people coming in droves to see me.
Showing them my fate, cautioning them in whispers,
Not to be your enemy, you the heartless one.

Raj Karamchedu