poetry
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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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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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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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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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Call me rumi
Call me Rumi, Because I like how the ‘R’ rolls off my tongue, Like crisp toast fresh out the toaster, And how the rest sounds like soft butter spreading on it, I tell my mother these reasons, She agrees it’s… Continue reading
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Heart /House
I think I’ll pack my feelings, In that brown briefcase, And leave this heart behind, Because it has leakage, And the marks on the wall, Look like you, They are red, And make me want to claw my eyes out,… Continue reading
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Medusa’s love…
I wish you’re the one, That I’m always dancing with, But it’s your eyes; That I feel like I’m drowning in. I’ve seen many eyes like yours, And I’ve drowned in them too, But yours don’t feel the same way;… Continue reading
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A steel blade…
A steel blade, Short and sharp, How deep it cuts, I cannot tell, I wish I wouldn’t use it; But I have been attacked so many times, I can’t help but protect me, You’re holding me back, hurts like a… Continue reading
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The Road Not Taken: Themes
An exceptional poem by Robert Frost; one that I may relate to exceptionally. I believe it is far too plain and clear to have me simplify it further. Therefore, I believe the following text may complicate this perfectly untangled ball… Continue reading
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