Losing you felt like getting a wrong answer in a math question.
You fret at beginning but then realize the question was copied wrong.

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@adrika

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I couldn't bring the knife
close to the red strawberry
shaped like your heart.

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Dear Maa,
I saw how you stole
some of the sunlight falling
in your pillow that dawn
and kept them silently
on my sindoor bottle.
For, you always believed
the rays of sun will light up
empty places.
Yours
daughter who loved
white more than red.

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~Swished Feelings~

— % &

I don't keep my heart between
the pages of a rusty diary
where some unfinished verses live.
My heart is a homeless girl
roaming around the dingy streets
breathing the zephyr and searching
for the orphaned hope.

— % &In the walls of my specter-grey life,
What is grief?
Is it just another forgotten era?
Or an umbilical cord unable to unite
the polluted air, where humans still breathe?
Maybe it's just like an unanswered question
from your teacher during a biology class.

— % &Am I a choked sunshine stuck behind
your room's window?
Or is it just your heart sinking in this
fabricated desires of life?
Is it our default in birth that you
see a cosmos without me, and I
sing your name like a half-known song?
After all we are caught in a war,
where everything seems unfair,
where we snatch each other's love
and not snatch it for each other.

— % &You will find me in the ruins of
my eroded memories.
And I don't know where you'll
keep my heart this time,
I wish it is somewhere safe,
maybe with a cold eulogy
where warm hearts won't reach
to snatch my swished feelings.




— % &

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There's a love growing between my finger joints.

It grows bigger and bigger.

And then comes a time
when I can't fold my fingers
to carve on your back,
and that is when I realised-

Our love is arthritis.

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/Caption/

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Everyday I see a woman digging the ground with a spade and a boy helping her to collect the remnants of soil with his fragile hands.

I get bored seeing the same.

But what I miss seeing is that, everyday the woman digs a little deeper and the boy learns to carry a bigger amount of soil with his little hands.

This is the way she loves you. You think it is the same. But everyday her love creates more depth that makes you stronger.

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