pain

Tell Me

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…)

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This Summer and That Summer by Sanjeev Sethi

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-

https://5feettall.wordpress.com/2016/06/06/a-book-review-on-this-summer-and-that-summer-by-sanjeev-sethi/

For now, I’m going to share one of my favourite poems from the book.  (more…)

Boys and Girls

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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Why do you sing of them?

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…)

Sealed

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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