Am I a dilapidated structure that looks like a castle on the outside?
A mirage in a wet desert of unclean dreams and forbidden conversation?
Or am I real like your breathing on my neck, gentle nudges towards the sad, narrow path?
Tell me, who I am. (more…)
I’ve been reading a book named ‘This Summer and That Summer’ by Sanjeev Sethi and I have been enjoying it greatly. If you’d like to read my review on the book, check it out via this link-
For now, I’m going to share one of my favourite poems from the book. (more…)
Narratives are often exaggerated
for fear of unaroused laughter and silent
mockers. There are those that wear diamonds
in their ears and walk around with side swept hair
and burnt broccoli in the pockets of their white collared shirts.
They do not care for comical stories of unrealized
imaginations and dreams of blemished rejects,
dark skinned and unlike their distant loves.
The world may talk of new beauty beyond sizes
and colors. I know white creams and botox
still make the most money.
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Because he loved me the least and he hurt me the most.
Because somewhere I got tired of still waters.
I fell for tsunami waves, crashing on my shore
destroying every little piece of me. I hated him in the beginning.
I hated him in the end, but somewhere in between
I fell in love with the idea that the roar in his waters was meant for me.
He screamed and cried, and I cried too. And somewhere there
I began to see the words and melody that formed on my lips. It was
magic. But the painful kind. (more…)
He thought the mysterious complexity in her eyes was beautiful
He did not know the pain that birthed it (more…)
Poetry interrupted me at a ball
While I was dancing with pain.
And while I became numb
In the eyes of pain,
Poetry stole me and
We’ve made love every night
And every day, since then. (more…)
Her lips remained sealed
Like the putty on the grim windows
By the side of her bed.
She never forgot how he wooed her,
With hard teeth and calloused fingers
But for that moment alone
With her hair hanging over her face
Like creepers guarding a sacred cave,
Yes, it was only for that moment
She was numb
And he did with her what he wanted.
Time would cast shadows on her secrets
For now, she remains silent
As he haunts her in his sleep.
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Lie, cheat, steal, deceit
Exaggerate and stagnate
No exit route
No emergency refund
A lie is a lie.
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A Poetic Journey 