On days like today a nd moments like right now I know that something inside me is shrinking, withdrawing, dwarfing I know because something feels empty And the emptiness hurts. I know it’s my heart, t hat scared little creature One day larger than the universe And today, so small that it could fit into my pocket Requesting me to hide her in the almira, a t the far end of a drawer Covered in books, clothed by dust, lost in the darkness Where nobody can see it, nobody can touch it Oh, this scared little creature, h ow it begs to feel safe again But how do I explain this to my heart That what forces her to shrink down Is the same thing that will one day make her grow.
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I don’t know what to make of it When he never turns back once he leaves Sometimes, I think, he notices too much of the obvious I wonder if he can ever see the subtleties Like the saved pictures of poems on my phone And how sometimes they break my heart I wonder if he notices That I like odd numbers more than even numbers And somehow prime numbers are my favorite Does he notice that I fall in love more with movie trailers Than the movie itself Does he see a pattern in all this? Does he wonder what it means? Because sometimes I wonder Whether I want to be loved as a whole Or for beautiful little subtleties.
If one day you come up to me and say that my room is an exact reflection of who I am, I won’t be surprised even one bit Though I’d be a little surprised you noticed. You see, I’ve never seen my mind, I’ve only felt its presence And if I had to draw a map, it would look so much like my room Because its walls are plain and simple, except one that is colorful and messy And on the walls are pictures of people I love, so you know you’re always on my mind; Though I guess I’ve explained this a million times, but there’s a jungle theme to it So much beauty in the raw, the untouched; I like to feel close to nature; My room has symbols of birds in every corner- a shadow, a picture, a nest It even has Diwali lights to light me up when I feel low; Some days it’really messy, full of things I can’t let go On other days, I’ll throw it all out, clean it up My room has closets and drawers behind which lie thoughts I hardly visit; fears I know are there But I try to lea...
Undying Spirits
They sneak behind closed doors They enter through broken windows They move in like rain from between the cracks They linger on like the smell of agarbatti Like the taste of food stuck in your teeth Like words that echo in your heart beat They come, they come like smoke To give little baskets of prayer and hope To those who should have given up long ago.