You. Shall. Continue.

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They say you crept upon me
Stemming into my gait, dressing my spine with arches of your own
Rolling from the ears to the tongue
Morphing your thoughts into sounding as my own

They say you grew on me
Lacing your roots around my neck
Entrapping where it turns, for whom it twists
Etching your fears onto my skin as they clung to my waist for comfort

And I don't tell them how you taught me to creep
From your pot upto their walls and railings
Tracing paths from my earth to their barriers of support
Filling their crevices, with leaves bred with imperfect hope

And how you did entangle me
Making me sway with your moods and wither with your sorrows
Wrapping me with all I hadn't sown
But what's funny about creepers is that they don't ask before they grow
So that one day you get to marvel, how far they've come.

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Your anger is as much a part of you as is your love, your kindness, your sympathies and hurt

These series of emotions isn't their netflix download

They don't get to skip only to the parts they subscribed for

(read caption)

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Dear self acclaimed grammar nazi

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“May 2019 be the year of prosperity and new beginnings”
“May the year give you joy unbounded”
Dear random unsaved WhatsApp number
Fuck you
Fuck your positivity
Fuck your assumed command over my pointless unworthy ass
Fuck your affirmative presumption of a shitty 2018
And you, validating your unrequited sympathetic concern with a
Happy New Year! in the end
- full poem in the caption

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When I ask you for your hand
I do not ask for help
I do not ask for your chest to rise in pro social entitlement
I do not ask for pity
I do not ask for your eyes to lower in worthy disdain

When I ask you for your hand
I ask you to sit beside me
To not cry when I cry
Or brush away the drops
But to invite your eyes to see
What makes the other one spill

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People should leave with signals
With traffic lights stuck to their foreheads
Blinking red before you think of a future
Scenting fishy before the one word conversations shapeshifts into dramatic monologues
Dropping breadcrumbs on the pathway
So that Gretel can trace her way to reason
People should leave with signals
Because brains are stupid creatures
Confusing disinterest with delayed desire
So shout pray scream show the way
Stop hiding among the ellipses and the fullstops
Because hearts can't find the fucking difference.

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Dear summer

Thank you
For creeping upon me like beads of sweat on journeys I counted alone
For twitching on my arms with a hold of rigidity I had never known
For merging my sticky covers into my skin into a body I couldn't expose
For pumping as oils from my face like tears that died as vapours without a pour
Thank you
For spilling stories from this body
Out of verses I had scrubbed long ago

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Love is that one game
With no level playing field

For I enter, believing I have kacchi mitti
And end up being the catch
Thinking I was the denner

 

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