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Diary of a Regular Girl

15/12/20201 A.M. I feel so empty inside. I feel so dead. I don’t know what’s happening to me anymore. It’s been around three days, I am crying everyday due to some reason or the other. There was this time when... Continue Reading →

The Unanticipated Puzzle

You left incomplete pieces of yourselfTaking with you the whole of meIn all the places you've touched meEvery time you touched meAnd I'll tell youThese pieces just do not fit the places anymoreAdding more mystery to the unanticipated puzzle I... Continue Reading →

Conversations

A conversation is not just about the formal exchange of messages. I am talking about real conversations here. Conversations that make us vulnerable. Conversations that are mindful. A conversation that just goes on and on unless you decide otherwise. A... Continue Reading →

Like My Shadow

You're with meAlwaysLike the smell of coffee in my mugEarly eveningsLike that clock on the adjacent wallWhich has stopped working nowBut is still thereSince you gifted meLike the grass I walk onEarly morningsFresh and soothing I find you everywhereIn my... Continue Reading →

Surrender

I tried to keep you alive in my poetry When you're so dead within me And now I surrender!

Other Bodies

I touch other bodiesLike I am navigating some routeIn the hope of it leading to youI taste themEasyAs I put every ounce on my tongueCarefulEnough to have a quick biteAnd not savour itSlowly figuring outIf I could taste you in... Continue Reading →

Ocean Tides

The ocean tides seem so malevolentLike destruction is the only thing they knowBut somehow they calm downAs they reach meTouch my feetAnd fade in the sand beneathJust like my love for youSo tyrannicalYet the only thing it has learntIs to... Continue Reading →

Why don’t You Try to Understand Me the Way I Understand Poetry?

I hope you tried to understand meThe way I understand poetryWhich has nothingBut 'you' written all overIn different fontsIn different stylesIn different phasesIn different timesSometimes it's mixed with the chirping of birds at 6 A.M.Sometimes it's hushed with the silence... Continue Reading →

Stop Slut-shaming

If I am a slut, what are you?A manwhore! This thing hit me pretty hard when a friend of mine went mad at the fact that someone called me a slut the other day. Initially, I wasn't taking it so... Continue Reading →

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