Tirthna Badhiwala  

1995 -   
Tirthna doesn't know what she is doing here, but she will stay.

Poems

Mar 13, 2012

I’m a least favorite crooked smile

Your least favorite crooked person

I can’t be a character

I can write a novel, though

And I can write inconsiderate poetry

That can’t bring itself to rhyme

Or bring itself to look pretty

And I don’t want to breathe

But my body forces it upon me

I think I would argue if it didn’t

You could never be too sure

Apparently, I wrote this back in 2010. It's almost funny how differently I feel about everything, now.
Mar 11, 2012

Hello greets You are welcoming Past allotted hours but not for long
Options come Crashing is never Recommended for others but not as such
I want Stability is what You are stability but not a rut

Jan 10, 2012

You asked to be adjacent, I’d ready my shoulders

Is it a rush when we don’t lean on each other’s?

I could compose a wall out of anything spineless

Pretense in censorship, wait to resign silence

Dec 11, 2011

"That was absolutely weak," he said,
"If you ever mess up as such, again,
I'll want to kill you in your sleep."
And I've thought of him as an informality
Ever since, preying when the opponent
Is fragile enough to breathe normally
With the population seeking deterioration
I'd think betterment wouldn't be lingering
On the other hand, I think it may, soon.

Oct 30, 2011

An invitation
Whom I had dropped all festivities for
Is out of my reach

What I envisioned
Was a night where I would  be ongoing
And we wouldn't speak

Jul 26, 2011

I have strangers telling me
That my mind can communicate
With the rest of the universe
They tell me so matter-of-factly
Like it's going to comfort me
I ask them what happens after I die
If my mind would still communicate
They ask me what nerve I have
Questioning an almighty being
Pardon me, I was questioning science
Leave my "mother" out of this

Jul 21, 2011

Something is missing

You are missing

I am missing

You

Apr 21, 2011

If you say practice is perfect

Then I must have none

All their eyes yell at me,

"Look what you have done,

"It can't be reversed,

"You're such a hit and run!"

But all I had was a diamond

Unless that's my sort of gun

Mar 20, 2011

I hope you noticed that one

Cobweb on your ceiling,

It’s been bothering me for days

Come home, come shelter

People don’t want you

They want your change

I don’t want you, either

But I can’t be the selfish,

And try to push you away

Mar 1, 2011

There's more to exiting
Than just walking away
You've got her writing stories
Without a lesson to gain
You're an imaginary point
On a coordinate plane
Explain your function
She can't solve it her way

Did I really just write a poem with a reference to my math homework...?
Feb 4, 2011

Awake with a pulse

An unwanted steady ground

Into less of what it is

A thirst to hear no sound

"I'll go on a hike,

Up to the highest peak"

And you don't know the person

You don't look or speak


Look over, look back

Achieve a running start

The only thing gained

Before ascetic part

Abstract the verse

Your head in abasement

Smashed the glass

While the person raised it

Door open, vase breaking

And they go with the beat

Of the aching symbols

Learned to look and speak

Personal favorite.
Jan 24, 2011

I think I should try
To fix what I have left trashed
I'd like some help, too

Jan 12, 2011

We would dream, get up
But not over it
"I saw a scheme of colors;
I saw a portrait."
We tell abstract secrets
Sin realizing
There's evil in reality,
Our visions, their fixing

"Sin" is a Spanish word translating to "without" in English.  I didn't think the English word flowed properly, so I applied a different language.
Jan 8, 2011

I'm standing right here, absolute

In my earth tone sweater and black boots

She's standing near, and to tell the truth

She's next to sparkling in her navy blue

And I feel the mind-shift, it's almost my fault,

How my eyes tell me she is standing tall

And it is inconsistent, the way it falls

Asymmetric, aren't we all?

One of us, yet she caught you in her lace

What was I thinking, to stand  in a race?

She is your acid, and I am your base

She's full of life, and I have bad taste

Jan 5, 2011

Live for bad music

Recite it and prove it

It comes to us

It runs to us

Alone in the house

Just shout it out loud

We’ll jump for you

Right from your roof

Jan 4, 2011

Except I am not sorry

For the things I said,

But a lot I meant to hide

When the heart of him did.

 
To comment on this poem, please log in or create a free account
Log in or register to comment