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Anugraha
There is this deep loneliness of the heart when you leave too much unsaid, all the words lodged in the throat, slowly choking, the throat closing in on itself. This feeling in your upper chest, the slow rising of the words— they become this living thing, taking these deep breaths, ribs rising with them and deflating. And you search for hearts through eyes; you feel the wearing of your heart, and you search for hearts through eyes. You look for black and white, but it's all just murky shades of grey.
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
Loneliness of the Heart
I worry, If I might forget you the exact tone of your voice how you always shouted the next words how the sides of your eyes crinkled, when you smiled And your cheeks all raised up Eyes sparkling with mischief a true picture of childhood how you laughed really loud And looked at people from the corner of your eye how you refused to conform. I wonder now what to tell my kids of this aunt who I thought, I would have forever to know Which words should I use ? What picture should I paint ? What must I tell them ? How you bickered and fought and bickered and fought some more how you left oh so suddenly and when you left all the silences grew uncomfortable. We were all fat with good fortune And death had no patience. how you took a piece of my heart without telling me and kept it when you left. So what do I do with this this love I have for you ? Where do you want me to put it ?
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
I Worry
I never knew the moment, it escaped from between my lips to become- a Bullet. It crossed all that skin, fat, muscle and bone to reach the heart. A monster I never knew An enemy I never saw trapped in between my lips, escaped. Words turned into thoughts I never knew And I became someone I barely recognised.
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
I never knew the moment
Sometimes Sadness, It's like the childhood blanket You use from time to time. It's like rain, when your dry at home. It's like old acquaintances that you meet by the road. It's when the world grows narrower and you grow bigger. It's when dragons are not real nor fairies nor elves nothing at the end of the rainbow It's when fairy tales starts lying and dreams All end in death.
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 2:39 AM UTC
Sometimes,
I can't help it I try to stop myself But I offer my heart, in every conversation, Every smile, Every tear. It can't be helped It's a restless bird, Jumpy and twitchy, An anxious little creature And when it comes back I staunch the bleeding Suture the wound I bandage it up. It presents itself in a silver platter For passersby to gawk on To trample and maul, To spit and to cut Then I take it back and dust it up. It just never gives up It tells me "This, this could be it You need to be brave." And I watch it This old senile creature In my young Unmarred body This old wretched thing Who offers itself So recklessly.
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
My Heart
In the depths of my mind, dishes pile high on the sink stacking on the countertops and leaking on to the floor with dried crusty food now too hard to scrub down. And the laundry basket has overflown The basket no longer in view Now, just a mountain of clothes And the table has never been cleared The bedsheets never changed The ceilings joined by cobwebs And the bathroom floor all grimy. A house is like a machine Requiring frequent oiling Frequent repairing Like a newborn baby It can't help but wail through the night And I've tended to it like a slave Day in and day out All the while growing the clutter in my own. I can't seem to help it It refuses to forget You laid the foundation and built it brick by brick Where love resided once, has been suffocated By clothes and dishes and dust and dirt, And you ask me where the love went It's there somewhere Perhaps in the laundry basket If I can find the bottom Or in the drain   Or on the bathroom floor I just can't seem to find it.
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May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 2:39 PM UTC
To My Husband
It doesn't take long for a shower, to become a gale, followed by hail. So I keep it nestled inside a thousand cotton ***** And your every word and action Like a thousand sharp arrows all find their mark. And yet, this week pathetic ***** Somehow manage, to keep on beating, To keep on beating Somehow.
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Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC
Arrows
Your smile, It's like rain on parched earth Like orange blossoms on my heart Like sun peaking on the horizon. It starts in the middle, then moves sideways. All those teeth slowly saying "Hi" Then rub their cute little eyes and yawn at me. It's a Dangerous thing , your Smile Because it squeezes my heart and makes it go overdrive. All the pots in my brain starts to clang And my mouth, becomes an Ocean Spilling dangerous things.
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Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 1:04 PM UTC
Your Smile
On the very first day, I wore that white coat for its true purpose my father's cheeks were wet with tears. They fell despite his resistance for that year the rain had been too much and the dam had been worn down by dreams and the white coat was a beautiful rainbow.
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Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 2:11 PM UTC
White Coat
Fear, wound it's tentacles around my body round and round squeezing, suffocating around my arms, legs and torso its head resting on my hip. Its black sticky ink preventing me from seeing. So I walked the hallways of my home with the added weight of an octopus-blinded and let sleep lull me into its sweet embrace the octopus by my side, subdued for now.
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Jul 15, 2023
Jul 15, 2023 at 12:01 AM UTC
My Octopus