Drowning, rescuing myself

I was drowning. That was the truth. Trying to understand why everything ended the way it did. We loved us, that was for sure. But love wasn’t enough, even though I refused thinking that way. Life, how would it be now? Now that you are no longer here, next to me. Now that I cannot…

A year since I don’t love you

Today it’s been a year since I don’t love you. So, twelve months of misfortune, fifty-two weeks of embitterment, four seasons of endless downpour. Your reproach was a hard blow, in a hurry you spat it out by treason, my poor heart was armourless, it didn’t expect that hurting gambit. It’s been a year since…

Love me.

Love me, And I’ll let you win at scrabble. Put down the book I’m reading, Just to smile at you. * Pretend to be asleep, Just to let you watch me a little more. Go to the beach during sun set, And watch you instead. * Love me, And I’ll write poems for you Letting…

Truth//

His eyes always told me a different story than what his lips narrated//   By Anjana Kameswari Read more texts by this author

Poetry

The solitude of poetry, the solitude of the years. The poetry of solitude, the years of solitude. The weight of the years like a self-denial of threads in crucifixion. The sea without owner. The vacuum of poetry, the vacuum of life. The poetry of vacuum, the life of vacuum. The weight of your dead like…

I just wish//

When my pale skin touched yours, and the heat of my body was enough to shield us both from your coldness, I wish you found it soothing like I did. When your dark brown eyes looked at mine, I wish you didn’t look away before I did. When I hugged you, I wish you wrapped…

Don’t fall for him//(Abort Mission)

Don’t fall for him. I repeat, do not. When the tall guy with the irresistible voice tells you he loves you, don’t believe him. When the guy with the amber colored eyes that you fell for in the first glimpse winks at you and gives you a half smirk half smile, don’t fall head over…

A Casket of Roses//

  I try to tell my friends That I am the same person On the outside. The same smile, The same tears, The same pale skin that is trying to cover my lifeless soul. But what has changed now Is my urge to look forward to things My excitement when I look at people. I…

Stability Vs. Passion

    And you thought I’d never realise The secrets you hid The times you lied The days you spit excuses to not meet me The nights you let me believe you were up for me The words you swallowed back to keep it going The letters you backspaced so it wouldn’t cost you The…

Infidelity//

As the train moves And I force myself to sleep I can’t help but think, How it would have been  If you didn’t make me  A victim of infidelity  If you didn’t scar my soul  And be thrilled about it  If you didn’t ignore me  And not feel a thing about it And how it…

Dad//

  Dear Nanna (Translates to Dad), I remember you telling me how I was born to you and amma (Translates to Mom) after 7 years of marriage and it’s been 18 years now, you haven’t stopped treating me like an infant. I very well remember amma telling me how you never let anyone kiss on…

My granny’s feast

Come. Get in. Sit. Look. Smell. Eat. Mmmmmh… The occasion is fit. Granny serves a feast. Those days are gone. She’s no longer there. Shhhhhhh… Be strong and go on. The granny’d say: dare!   By Luca Arnaldo Read more texts by this author