Tuesday, December 05, 2017

How do I go back?

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How do I go back from the sense
of your fingers on my spine
to someone else's?
is there a going back?
will it be all too familiar if I do?

How do I go back from drowning
to floating in love?
will it be less volatile this time?
or will it still shake and shudder
me?

How do I go back from
wanting to discarding the parts of
me that you've touched?
is this a nightmare I'll
wake up from?
or will it be a new dawn?


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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Space.

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There are long silences
when the Moon sighs,
the Sun endures painful
hours to emerge,
even your racing heartbeat
slows down,
the ghosts of your past too
cannot keep up with you,
you are lost in a world with
no beginnings and no
endings,
the book you're holding
in your arms holds a
forest within itself,
you'll meet a Hemingway, a
Dicken, or an Austen on your way,
stay for a conversation with
Jeeves,
don't go looking for Alice in a
wonderland for
she is content in her solitude,
maybe a Darcy will break your heart,
maybe you won't let him,
but don't stop there,
you'll never know who else you'll
meet,
who else will crumble you
and rebuild you,
make space for more books
and more moon sighs in
your life,
make more space for
yourself.




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Sunday, November 26, 2017

Letting go.

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Something rattled inside me,
I heard a door closing,
bits and pieces of the roof
falling apart,
I saw the Sun setting
at a distance,
coaxing me to believe
how there's no hope left,
I sank deep and found the
sweet pangs of
melancholy,
I probed it with a curiosity
that even a child cannot muster,
if goodbyes are this hard,
what's letting go like?


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Friday, November 24, 2017

Regrets.

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I tell my therapist how
peculiar and specific my
fears are,
he assures me they aren't
alone,
I tell him I wake up in the
middle of the night,
worrying about ageing,
that someday, I'll turn 50,
with regrets written between
the lines of my palm,
I tell him how the thought
of future keeps me awake
and how terrified I am of
opening my eyes every morning
because I don't want a good dream
to vanish,
he tells me, over and over again,
that I'm young and I have plenty
to look forward to,
I tell him, again and again,
that I live more in past
than the present,
I tell him, how my mind
shouts and yells and rants
inside but my heart can
never fully make sense
of the words,
he asks me to probe,
to take deep breaths,
to breathe in and out,
to let answers come from
within,
so I sit, in the dark,
breathing in and out,
spelling out hope beside
my name,
and wondering if some night
when I'm 50, I wake up
and don't cry out of regrets.


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