radhika sharma

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radhika sharma (RS)

Pragmatically deceptive, sensibly delusional math Undergrad and poet, looking for meaning and nuances of life in nooks of books and muses hidden in music. Hermoine Granger| Bo Burnham| Chris McCandless| Leonard Cohen| Percy Jackson| Mumford and sons. If you want to be friends, just offer me Waffles, some good music and a thought provoking conversation.

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There's gravity 
That I can see
In here,
And yet I levitate
To a time
When three friends
Two ditsy girls
And one shy boy,
Sat atop metal bars
Discussing
Pokemons
And beyblades.

There's a park Right around the corner of Mulberry Street There's nothing special About it, Just a park With o'ergrown thistles And rusted lamps Along the Broken path- Which had often been A river Between mountain benches, Or a valley Under lava attack Traced with chalk powder, We skipped on stones To escape. A broken path With broken things, That led from nowhere To nowhere. I was happy to go nowhere then. I still might be. There's a swing set too And a see-saw And a slide Beside a monkey bar, From where we ruled A happy kingdom Each evening Singing bibidy bop, As we scribbled Our names on the swing Scrapes of red paint Sticking inside fingernails. And I wonder Who sits on The throne We abandoned Long ago. There's gravity That I can see In here, And yet I levitate To a time When three #friends Two ditsy girls And one shy boy, Sat atop metal bars Discussing Pokemons And beyblades. Even without phones, They would always know Where to find Each other At half past five. It's half past five now By a broken swing set With tunes Of bibbidy bop Humming In an abandoned park In Mulberry Street, And as I stand up To leave, Three children Two chirping boys And one little girl Trailing behind, Enter through the creaky gateway Of their kingdom, And in reflex, I look towards Our scribbled names Only to see That they remain In spite of time, Saved perhaps By three little children. I smile And take the broken path Once again, Turning around And sneaking glances At the three little children, That now sit on The metal bars, Until I turn the corner Of Mulberry Street. #friend #yqbaba

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