poetry
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Could You Romance Me Like I Do?
~ Could you romance me like I do? when I wake up in a good mood like I was the sun and the moon gold silver lighting up my room the mirror reflecting my truth my love reaching my eyes, shining bright, smiling through I tuck my hair softly at the back of my ear… Read more
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Loss Or Change?
~ It doesn’t take words to grasp loss. It’s that silence, the awkwardness, the language of touch, of positioning oneself beside the other that gives away— even though some things never change, they’ll also never be the same. Rejoice in what is here— now— don’t mourn already for what will not be. Things change, people change… Read more
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I Love The Way I Feel In Love
~ You don’t know that you are etched in my soul maybe you do, maybe I do too— we both do I honestly never thought that I’d be blessed with this kind of love— your kind— like the fresh air up high, carrying cool mist type Nothing so gentle touched my skin caught my attention… Read more
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Love Is Courageous
~ Autumn is here,winter is on its waysome love stayssome fades away I will wait to bloom againwith my heart on my sleeveor my throat, thighs or feet whether you choose to leaveor stay— my love will emanatein all seasons just the same come as you are,be it in october or maybeneath it all my… Read more
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Love Is Love And A Game Is A Game
~ I conform to the old schoolof love that makes me movefeel my heartbeat grooveto a melody between me and you I rebel when the adrenaline crasheslike the movies lied about the magicthe absenteeism in your courtship a temple built but you forget to worship? I call for you, I wait for a light to shownot… Read more
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Burrata Cheese
~ Overburnt caramel on my vanilla cheesecake,that’s what love tastes like to my palate and even before I put it to my lipsthe aroma of the sauce floats up my nostrils and I knew my gut couldn’t digest it; I took a spoon to investigate stillheld it up in front of my eyes— scrutinizingthat overburnt caramel– clearly… Read more
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Following Your Heart Takes Perseverance
~ I fuck up and get back again, I get to the top of the mountain and then roll down the slope only to walk another taller mountain. I set camp on the riverside, I go for a swim and come back not feeling guilty for being happy or living my life. I stop shaming… Read more
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My Vulnerability Has A Guilty Conscience
The writer reflects on the complexities of sharing personal pain with others. They express a desire to avoid burdening friends with their emotions, fearing the potential scars that sharing could inflict. They face inner conflicts keeping their sadness concealed, allowing them to support others without feeling like a source of distress. Read more
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I Cannot Be Polite Anymore
This poem carries the rage I feel for the repression and discrimination faced by caste-marginalised people through many generations of existence. In India, a thousand biases exist in people’s mind and being of a certain caste can lead to character assassination in most cases. The idea of ‘merit’ is a myth when it comes to… Read more
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The Madness Of My Heart
The post reflects on the intensity of first love, describing feelings of excitement and longing. It captures the butterflies, the joy of intimacy, and the pain of separation. It reveals a journey from deep affection to healing, culminating in a desire for the lost passion to return. Read more