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Ex 6 The Kitchen It's that time again. My phone shouldn't swim. I leave it behind. My feet drag, the door joins in too. My face sags as always. Time pauses to tease. There's that pile again. I'm cuffed with no one to assist me. I take the glorified slime and mix it with the oils. The bubbles. I like the bubbles. But what do bubbles change? Then it strikes again. The silver chord within my heart is strummed again. Ripple from my head to my hands. Picking broken shards from the floor again. I miss the days. When she was around to mention my name. Here come my tears again. Pouring out of the cut I had. Not in my palms but in my heart to hold. I am in that place again. Floating in the fragrance of her cakes and pies. Landing in the tightness of her scolds and hugs. Rowing on the rivers of her secret prayers. It's that time again. Staring at myself in cloudy water. Seeing that left to me the storm will never be over. I like to hold on to the anger that bubbles inside. Wishing I could be a doctor before she went cold. The bubbles. I like the bubbles. But what do bubbles change? #MA#poetry#review

THE PAWPAW TREE Outside my window I see a burdened tree with fruity dreams. With a billion places to go yet rooted in one spot. Its pain, its stunted spine. Bent by the weights that alleviate another's pains. I see it's sweat, I see its tears. Sticky white snakes gliding down it's sides. I see the curse of abundance. The tears of the blessed Enveloped in the darkness of isolation. Waiting for the one in the shade to offer a trade of place. Hoping someone would understand. Hoping one would care. Outside my window, I see myself. Maybe in another world. But still, I see a burdened tree with fruity dreams. With a billion places to go yet rooted in one spot. #MA#poetry#review

UNFAIR hanging on the rusty wall nail, my sad wrinkled trousers wondering what kind of an accident it must've been to leave them feeling so amputated and me so soundly asleep #review#fz#poetry

WORLD MAP May night. Outside, the dark storm prowls like a border patrol van. I sleep uneasily, my eyes fall on the world map, hung in the living room wall. And lo ! All the continents have disappeared, carried away like autumn leaves. The oceans are now oceans of absence, and this entire map - a map of ghostly emptiness. Full of terror and dread inside, I drag myself closer to that naked map, put my ears to it. And straining hard, I heard again that deep ancient humming filling a mother’s womb, the same humming that holds together the oceans. Geography blurred into pre-history blurred into biology. Just that humming, some sort of a starting point. #review#fz#poetry

The man who desperately craves love is just like any other man. There's no particular adjective of shame or kindness to associate with him. Love is natural. Love is attractive. I desperately crave love. Hers would be the best. It is familiar. It is known. I know her smell. I know the intonation of her voice. I know how tight she grips. I know what she likes. I know when she was born. I know what her voice sounds like echoing in the compartment of Delhi metro. But as she used to say it's not like time won't make us forget it. It's not like it was permanent. New things will come along. I tried to desperately not desperately crave love. But I have now come to realise to crave love is what nature wants. I could force myself to not crave it but it would be unnatural. As unnatural as a fish swimming upstream. Nature takes it course and nature will always take it's course. So idc. I want to love. I want to be loved. And I want to ride the Delhi metro in love once more. #review#nirma#poetry

I'd kiss her cheek. I'd feel the bump that she makes when she smiles. Withdraw myself to look her in the eyes with her pupils dilated and her lips curving slowly to form a smile made for me. I'd see my own reflection in her eyes. My own pupils dilating in her dilated pupils. My own lips forming a smile as they get closer to touch her smiling lips. The air filling itself with a heavy blanket under which only us two exist now. No sound penetrating us. No outside world being a part. Only us two in the grazing of our skins, feeling each other's sadness and sorrows mixing together into desire as we become one to be one. To withdraw from this moment would be criminal. To withdraw from her would be disastrous. I don't want to leave her. I don't want the air to have a space between us. I want to feel her skin so long our temperatures become one and the sensation that this isn't a part of me vanishes. I want to see her smile. I want to hear her whisper with it's soft high and soft lows in its quietened sincerity. I want to paint her. I want to write her. I want to sing her. I want to be hers. Why did it have to be too late? #review#nirma#poetry

Emptiness Oh! How I remember those days when I used to read and laugh and cry Quarrelling and gossiping Playing and losing Cooking and serving my lovelies around Full of ups and downs Oh! How lively life used to be Oh! How come l am here? With no soul to share And ears to gossips No more of age old stories And no oldies to dictate Less is there a banter here Only calm and silence glooms this tranquil streets and lobbies of closed shops lined with haunting strays men and animals and lamps going off and on where empty houses stay I dread this peaceful city of beauty uncanned I loathe my untidy soul for this For people who yearns for a place like this For I Who never know beauty is carried by peace is unable to comprehend the unknown things like this Wish I return to the madness of life and life full of lovelies Wish who genuinely wants it like this replaces me. #lazypen#review#poetry

Dreams Everyone has Dreams, Their own Dreams. Some Small Dreams, And Yes, Big ones too. In which, Most of them can be achieved, But a few can't be. Work, Responsibility, And thus, Anxiety. In Consequence, Some dreams remains As Fantasies only. So, must remember. Dreaming isn't important, But to achieve them, is. #review#writrr#poetry

The Kitten I saw a cute little creature, Hiding behind a dense bush. When I tried to get closer, She terrified and ran in a rush. I used to feed her many times, She would eat the food But when I get close, She would run away hastily. She was literally dramatic. She lived with her mother, Everyday, roaming here and there Everyone passing by could hear, Meow, meow, meow everywhere. But now I hear no meow, She has left this place, Leaving all memories behind. #review#writrr#poetry

Where have you hidden yourself truly? Where does one search for you duly? Your imprints are seen now here Yet you are seen nowhere How many days at a stretch For my thoughts to quench? Will this be an endless quest? Or this second celebrate success? Relentless river of hope flows faster No full stop to my quest hereafter This river flows down past my door Whether I wet my feet or walk away Destiny's magic play Without any address to go to Without arguing it much ado Why did I stand here? Tell me, my friend very dear With the brush of solitude A pretty snowflake I drew Thanks to the sun's rays on me I melted into nothingness really I was like a fish roaming In the unknown waters swimming Looking only for you My sleepless eyes scan high and low All over the town searching for you I want to share my thoughts w you In a language no one else will know I crossed the seven seas to search for you. Lookin for only you all the way I will meet you one day Cruising the seven mountain and sea #review#poetry#Eon1205

One room is yours, one room is mine, Will a door open for a lifetime? One wave is yours, one wave is mine, Will the sea in between melt by design? One end is yours, one end is mine Will both our poles meet to combine? One cloud is yours, one cloud is mine, Will the moon cross in between anytime? One story is yours, one story is mine, Will this riddle be solved soon sometime? I see before my eyes nowadays Many hues and many gateways I turn into and fly as a nightingale Cruising many a hill and vale.. #poetry#review#Eon1205

Even the shinning stars cried When they wrre writing a fate The night also bowed down a bit And haven't slept till date a proper nap. As the day burns the sky with The hot sunny weather And this inflicts the stars. The night heals them And makes them the most beautiful glowing stars again.. Just like a love it is in real life we lost Like a star then someone comes into our life Like a shimmy night and briggtens is up like a star glows. Uchit (motivation influencer blogger) ® #review#poetry#uc