Poems…
Poems to be read when your emotions have officially become a ball of yarn..
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If i ever talk to a gaza survivor
By Janhavi How was your mother’s milk? Did it taste like doom? They wiped you clean of blood, the day u were born. Only to bathe your life in it- What did you play as a child? Did you dream… Continue reading
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I think about the children dying in Gaza
I think about the children dying in Gaza, Then I scroll away. To a post about some sneaker I’ve had my eyes on, It occurs to me they don’t have wishes like these, They cannot fathom it. Being allowed to… Continue reading
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beasts.
I remember being told as a girl, That violence for violence, Is the rule of beasts. And so, I must never strike back when one strikes at me; But when they come with their swords and guns, And strip me-… Continue reading
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Meeting with God in Rumi’s garden
Rumi once asked us, To meet him in a garden outside of this world of right and wrong; I wonder if then, He was referring to heaven. I know one day I will meet him there. But with him, I… Continue reading
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summer will pass by
Sunlight shatters on the surface of the lake, Tiny glimmers riding square waves; Summer forms beads on my forehead – The thought of you like a broken record, In the back of my mind. The daisies dance in the cool… Continue reading
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Crawling back to you…
The other day I drank my coffee, It was too milky for my own good, I never liked milky coffee, Until I met you, And your blue mug, Filled with beige liquid; Baking cookies, And I wonder about that recipe… Continue reading
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Mangoes, scarves, and summer love
It is summer again, And I like mangoes again; Yet I can’t wait to stand in the rain, As the water pitter patters on my back- As the sweat now drips. It is summer, And I like mangoes again, And… Continue reading
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souls
An energy was given shape, And my soul came to being, A bit of dirt and air was mixed with water to make a container, The container was the shape of the soul, The soul was inserted into the container,… Continue reading
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Gen z angst
They don’t like it, When we raise our voice, They ridicule us, For trying to maintain ourselves. They find it funny To comment about young love Or bring a youth down, For believing in love. They make a laughing stock… Continue reading
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Battleground
Medusa, You Monster- How can I blame you? For being evil; When even Athena cursed you- For Poseidon’s lust, Or when the mortals wrote you as a villain; Turning them to stone, when they met your gaze; All you do,… Continue reading
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failures of trial
A bird flies off, Starting at the branch, It lifts its wings, Bends its feet; And jumps- Flying off to clouds we cannot see, Alas one can only hope so, For it drops: Like the apple once did, On the… Continue reading
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Bombay….
Dark as midnight, The fog lays thick, Bright as a candle, The headlight points straight, Like water from a tap, The rain trickles down my back, Loud as a bomb, Screams echo in my ears, Smells of warm corn, Feel… Continue reading
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The echo of Red.
I bleed against the steady wood, Howling of my pain, A suffering spent in vain. Zeus laughs, His lofty scorn, A formation ; For the words he is yet to say. I was right to call you weak, He snorts,… Continue reading
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Smiles…
Today we took a photo,It was a family pic,Me, mother and father,Later I sit and stare at my pretty face,But the shadow of my father’s face,On my own,Feels so comfortable,Because my smile doesn’t even bother,To try and imitate my father,It… Continue reading
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Saturday Mornings
I walk out on a Saturday morning, So convinced of my goodness, My feet thump in rhythm to others on the cool road, And I cross to the other side, Careful to run a bit, As I can’t be run… Continue reading
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