Aishwarya Swarup   (Swarup)
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Incapable of one liners, almost always.
Looking for qualia.
Joined 26 October 2016

Incapable of one liners, almost always.
Looking for qualia.
Joined 26 October 2016
13 DEC 2018 AT 17:45

you move on
when you arrive full circles


23 MAY 2018 AT 1:44

I heard a whisper
" Cut those ties,
ribbons and ropes,
decide the kill,
and make it slow
let those flowers
of yours dry to the core.
change so slow
sooo slooww
that my eyes don't understand
where to go
just like the sunset
where the sun drowns
from sunflower yellow
into the cold ocean blue, alone "


19 OCT 2017 AT 2:39

कुछ धागे उखड़े ही अच्छे लगते हैं
जैसे फटी हुई जीन्स
कुछ ज़ुल्फें बेतरतीबी से बंधी हुई ही अच्छी लगती हैं
और चाहत सिर्फ बेरुखी के पीछे शर्मा कर छिपी होती है,
कभी कभार झांकती है और गले लगा जाती है

*complete poem in caption*


5 OCT 2017 AT 4:34

I believe in you.
I believe in myself, too.
That's why I'm telling you,
when you leave,
don't look back,
for if you do,
I'll run towards you
as fast as I can,
forgetting why you left,
forgetting why I let you go.


18 SEP 2017 AT 22:47

I pause and stare at
the lips of people eating.
I forget to eat.

I pause to smudge
my eyes with my knuckles.
I forget my smudged Kajal.

I pause and even out
the crevices of your forehead
like a painkiller.
I forget that painkillers
ought to be avoided.

I pause and see it all go.
I forget it.


7 AUG 2017 AT 20:52

In the gap between
my bed and the wall,
your name slipped down
from my hand one night.

Difficult to be pulled up,
it crept deep in the gap
hiding from
my regular dusting,
my irregular shower
of cute nick names,
flying away by the gushes of air.

The day I leave this home,
I might hold a flower in that same hand
filling the void that your name gave.
I might not be looking for you anymore,
I'll be only smelling a flower,
whose memory will easily fade away.


23 JUL 2017 AT 2:52

हर रोज़ मेरी आंखें मुझसे गिला करती हैं
के नींद क्यों आती नहीं

मैं आंखों को कैसे बताऊं
नींद आती तो है,
पर मैं उससे तुम्हारी शिकायतें जो करता हूँ
वो उन्हें रात भर सुनती रहती है
ठुड्डी पर हाथ रख
आंखों के नीचे बैठती है
और फिर अंगड़ाई ले कर
खुद सोने चली जाती है


14 JUL 2017 AT 0:43

My brain
took a day off
and my heart
started weighing
love and logic.

the scale with
no love
was heavier than
the scale with
a lot of logic.


16 JUN 2017 AT 6:21


it's all about
the threshold,
the lack of love
to be absorbed
oozing it out.


10 JUN 2017 AT 23:19


in your hurt
and that
it has made
you strong;
lie down
in the curry
of oozing words,
use them to show
how not
you are all wrong.


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