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Fluid

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Today I don’t need to write
I am happy

I will
Rest my chubby fingers
Against the cool iron bars
Before my white painted windows
Rest my sad shaped shoulder
Against a wall which homes me
Rest myself

The rain sings so beautifully
It is beyond all writing
I am beyond all words

I can be a moldy green patch of earth
Who said I’m a girl?
My feet isn’t skin
They’re shells
And they’re beautiful

The rain falls like it knows
How to empty me
I am happy as I know
I am not only me

I am the rain
The iron bars
The window and the wall
I have never lived or never died
But I am alive and I’m singing

Today I don’t need to write
Because today I can feel
Today I can be
Today I can sing
What else do I need?

Don’t burst my bubble

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Don't burst my bubble

Let me glow
Let the spring of my feet
Flow of my speech
Girth of my grin
Be intact
Let me do a happy act

Let me look at the sun
And everything it fathers
The red flowers
The green leaves
The warm blue sky
The innocent hours

Let me love you and her
Cocooned together
Let the springs of your feet
Flows of your speeches
Girths of your grins
Engender mine

Don't burst my bubble
While I can still
Reflect your shine.
I'll be fine.

Raindrops

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Monsoon breeds rainy eves
Outside I hear, raindrops scream
Like lovers with fiery passion
With almost a violent motion
They rush to kiss the earth.
Their watery bodies
Shaped like exclamation marks
Strike the ground.

There’s no other sound
I’d rather listen to.
Oh how I enjoy
To drown my thoughts
More often than not
With steady noise.

Hit me with the rain
Do away with words
I’m so tired of your questions
Knocking on my door
Over and over again
Drench me in rain!

My murky mind is paused
Oh, I am so lost.

Rain

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I hate it
When the breeze is pregnant with rain
My nostrils taking in
The maddening petrichor
And suddenly my head
Which I always hold high
Needs to rest on someone’s shoulders.

Monsoons get you drunk
Even the dry ones
Where you spend hours thinking about the rain
Complaining about the humid stifling
And even a slight shower of rain
Can make your mind long for a dance.

Do the water drops in the downpour
Attract my tears?
A cohesive force?
I still don’t know
How the raindrops streaming down the window pane
Bring teardrops to my eyes.

Raindrops stream down the barren land of skin.

The nature outside invokes the nature inside me
The stream flows
To where
To whom
Who knows.

I hate it
When nature sings her sad song
And dances to its spitter spatter beats
And all I can be
Is a needy little fool.

Hours

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Sky stretched on the canvas.
So much blue, she is lost.
Specks of happy clouds
Float around like white cotton balls
Just like she used to run around the house
In a pale white frock
On humid summer afternoons.

Afternoons have kept their promise.
They peek in every day
To check up on her
But the girl has all grown up.
Afternoons now
Are dismissed daytimes.
Busy, yet boring;
That time of the day
Everyone wants to get over with.

Evenings arrive with hopes of glamour-
Breezy walks,
Cheery dates.
Playtime for children in the park.
Her playthings are gone, her
Playmates have long forgotten her.

All that is left-
Miles of scrolling the screen
And fear of missing out,
As work piles on.

Sky stretched on the canvas.
So much blue, she is lost.
So much she could’ve been,
So much she never will.
Time to paint it all afresh
With the hues of night instead.
With strokes of black paint
Strikes the midnight hour.

It’s time for dreams.
She can be anything now.