A Solitary Exodus
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A Solitary Exodus

The sailor opened his ravaged cream canvas The harbor stood impedingly far from sight Beyond the fading orange gleam and approaching purple haze Of the drowning winter skyline, Upon whom the hallowed, salt- crusted, iron gallows dangle The corpses of an unforgiven past hung like the autumn bloom. Where men and women not confined to … Continue reading

Chotu
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Chotu

“Chotu, ek full, ek cutting” Abhinav said as soon as we saw the first chai ki tapri. Chai was his pehla pyar. Every morning, the first sentence I hear since the past six years is “Neetu chai dena.” We sat on the red and white plastic chairs of the tapri, our daughter sitting on the … Continue reading

Petals
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Petals

walking past the same pavement every morning I like stealing short gazes at you and on some days by the look in your eyes I can say how you love flowers the shade of crimson and white on sundays, that would perfectly decor your table and add hues to your coffee, I remember how you … Continue reading

Breathe
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Breathe

Shrouded by glacial cold The shadows clinging to my fingers Like roots intertwined in soil They don’t let me Live I can’t breathe. This darkness It’s pushing me down It’s tearing me up I can’t move I can’t breathe. Silently steaming Like a candle snuffed out I suffer in smouldering pain Choking from my own … Continue reading

Tombstones
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Tombstones

//you kissed me// we met at a graveyard ironical, because we were two steps away from burying ourselves before we became each other’s tombstone //through a haze of lights// you’ve always been the brighter one, the one who looks like a timeline of fairylights i couldn’t really see through it all //and i stood stunned// … Continue reading