•wo akelapan jo dikhai nahi deti kabhi•
(the loneliness which cannot be seen)

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•my graduation poem•

beginning of the end,
sweeter, but salty enough
to last longer than the blisters.

with the clouds bending low 
whispering rain, once known. 
trying not to remember
the scent of something,
failed home, distant
like old promises,
like the memories
bleeding.

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• and this happened •

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I hope I could find my way home, 
the pain feels endless, my path tiring.

Over seas and mountains,
I tend to hum my favourite song
but the space still feels empty.

Where the winds are wild and strong
I open my hair and close my eyes
but I still can't fell it on my face.

When the day goes to sleep, 
I choke on words seeing the stars
but the space beside me is still empty. 

I thought I was carrying it well
but it's too heavy for me now, 
I just want to go back home now.

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been a long day at work
and have lost track
of sun and its sisters,
of moon and its family.

with empty rooms at home,
as the sound of traffic buzzes,
the office feels more warm
even with no one around

been a long day at work,
I wonder when is the time
to finally go home.

~
yours truly

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•Three months•

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This is not a poem
and today I won't write similies
and metaphors about gender
holding flags only till the dusk of one day,
painting protests for equality the other,
lying naked and broken at home,
with bruises on their equality seeking ice,
beaten by the same people sharing posts
on Instagram about gender equality,
about being just one and not female
or transgender, or someone different
then the most ticked box on forms.

This is not a poem
and today I promise you I won't use
the honey laden similes and metaphors
on days we are meant to celebrate us
while everything inside it remains
just as empty as the day before

(Caption)

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Slide your fingers down my skin,
call the breathes you want me to gasp for
and paint me with your desires but
rule my moans with your art,
sliding down your kisses on my body.

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who feels
free.

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sometimes I put a blanket around my shoulders
and pretend I am an undercover spy in a war torn country
saving people from the wreath of people
even though I am at home
and curled up in front of my laptop
scrolling through my endless assignments,
i still feel braver for it.

sometimes when I am all alone,
i put on my favourite dress,
wear my eyeliner, style my hair in a way
i wouldn't consider to wear thinking about people and,
i don't go out in public but instead
just dance at my favourite songs and sing along
and even though no one can see me,
i still feel pretty.

And on these days,
the little things
in my solitude and daydreams
makes me believe
even if I ain't okay now,
one day,
i will be.

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