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686 · Jun 2020
Parabola
kiran goswami Jun 2020
When they look at my body,
they giggle between their teeth that are crooked but they call them curved. They perceive how curveless I look
and tell me to perform yoga
so that my curves can be defined,
so that I can shape my convexes and concaves.
I smile as bright as I can because probably those are my only visible curves.
I tell them how every time I sit to write
my pen curves on the pages
that are thumbed on the corners
so they seem curved too.
I begin by writing the first letter of the English language
and make slopes and valleys of this alphabet.
I form serpentines and swirling cyclones of my words,
I curve my 'S' to form into an infinity
so that I can hold on to him for as long.
I stretch my 'K' until the end of the earth
and make it look like a single leg shoulder stand.
And as I take all my alphabets,
I turn them from staff position to the plough position.
I make my words turn into Paschimotasna,
and my noun tries to perform Kundali.
My pronouns sit in vajrasana.
My similies stress themselves and flex,
while my metaphors curl into themselves and hide as Marichyasana.
When I am done,
my poems form themselves into Pindasana.
However,
I remain coverless,
as straight and sharp as the pen I use.
I remain 'Arjuna's' bow
so he directs me into my own self,
my own heritage
and I end up killing my Bhishma,
my self-respect.
Hence while my words perform yogasana,
I stand still in tadasana.
682 · Jan 2019
Sweet.
kiran goswami Jan 2019
They said she was 'too sweet',
I knew she was 'too meek'.
673 · Feb 2019
Sin
kiran goswami Feb 2019
Sin
She smelled like 'sin',
and
He was known as 'The Saint'.
659 · Dec 2018
Age
kiran goswami Dec 2018
Age
She was a kid struggling in with her
'adulthood',
And he was an adult caged in 'childhood'.
641 · Feb 2019
Ordinary
kiran goswami Feb 2019
If I would have been in place of Shakespeare,
All my sonnets would have been about you.
My fantasies would fantasize about you.
I would have composed ballads and free verses,
On the letter sheets of my heart,
I would have written with a sparkling quill,
drenched in my emotions.

If I would have been in place of O.Henry,
All my short stories would have been about you,
About how we met and how I fell.
I would have penned novels and dramas,
On the sacred pages of my skin,
I would have written with a sparkling quill,
drenched in my emotions.

But, well, I'm nothing more than an
An ordinary girl who is in love with an ordinary guy,
Who takes her to extraordinary places.

An ordinary guy who holds her hand out of nowhere,
An ordinary guy who romanticizes every stare.
An ordinary guy who looks at her with love in his eyes,
An ordinary guy who is ready for her, to live and to die.
An ordinary guy who asks her " Can I kiss you? ",
An ordinary guy who makes dreams come true.
An ordinary guy who makes stars sing,
An ordinary guy who makes flower rings.
An ordinary guy who left himself for her,
An ordinary guy who painted her with love colour.
An ordinary guy who looks at her like she's the only one,
An ordinary guy who makes the beats of her heart run.
An ordinary guy who sings love songs,
An ordinary guy who makes right out of wrong.
An ordinary guy who makes her write,
An ordinary guy who encourages her to fight.
An ordinary guy who calls her life,
An ordinary guy who wants to make her his wife.

I'm nothing but an ordinary girl,
who is deeply and madly in love
with this ordinary guy.
625 · Nov 2018
Crime
kiran goswami Nov 2018
We both committed a crime,
I stole his heart
and
he stole mine.

And
now he is guilty
but
I'm arrested.
622 · Feb 2019
Leftover.
kiran goswami Feb 2019
And the leftover pieces of my heart,
fit perfectly in between his broken ones.
607 · Feb 2019
Countdown...
kiran goswami Feb 2019
"Will we win mom?"
The eight-year-old questioned while gazing at his half bald reflection.

"The aliens of the cancer-ship have been destroyed, only a few are left."
The hopeless woman gave hope to her son,
while counting the number of days left.
604 · Dec 2018
Full stop.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
Full stop.
Too strong to end any sentence.
Too weak to start one.
599 · Nov 2020
I am a colon
kiran goswami Nov 2020
A colon stands for something;
a semi-colon stands before something.



I think I am the former.
594 · Dec 2018
Fire.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
She used to say
that
She was fire,
So,
He became her Phoenix.
570 · Jun 2020
She chose her destiny.
kiran goswami Jun 2020
She preferred to be 'the villain'
instead of 'a hero'.
570 · Feb 2019
Burn
kiran goswami Feb 2019
My dear star,
They just see you shine,
They don't realise you burn too.
565 · Jan 2019
Food
kiran goswami Jan 2019
I cook my food on the flames of broken hearts and hatred
And
Boil my water on the heat of agony
And
They ask " why does it taste so well? "
564 · Nov 2018
Kiss
kiran goswami Nov 2018
He looked at her with all the sincerity in his eyes,
Leaned forward and slowly kissed her.


But then,
Skype came in between.
560 · Jul 2020
The Road not Taken
kiran goswami Jul 2020
She decided to build herself a road,
instead of taking 'The Road Not Taken'.
557 · Feb 2019
Lies.
kiran goswami Feb 2019
The truth is always dark,
if looked at using the shades of lies.
549 · Jan 2021
A writer's dilemma
kiran goswami Jan 2021
Often, I read poems that I wished to write.
Rarely, I write poems that I wanted to read.
549 · Mar 2019
Syllables.
kiran goswami Mar 2019
Even when you were with me,
You searched for her.
Even when you called my name,
You spelt her syllables.
537 · Feb 2019
Smile
kiran goswami Feb 2019
What's the hardest thing you've ever done?
"I've smiled".
534 · Jan 2019
Radiant.
kiran goswami Jan 2019
Faces covered with
All shades of
Matte
And
Glossy
Makeup,

Yet, her sweaty face after the dance was the most radiant.
528 · Nov 2018
Beautiful...
kiran goswami Nov 2018
She becomes more beautiful every time I see her.

Is she a fairy
or
am I a fool?
524 · Feb 2019
Eyes
kiran goswami Feb 2019
She has the kind of eyes,
They write poems about.
kiran goswami Aug 2020
The 'Uni'-verse
is one song.
And you are every word
in its lyrics.
516 · Jan 2019
A letter.
kiran goswami Jan 2019
To the girl,
he is going to marry,


   When he comes home drunk,
   And calls out my name,
  Just kiss him and whisper,
  "I'm here, honey."
515 · Sep 2018
Crescendo
kiran goswami Sep 2018
Whenever I see you,
My heart beats and beats,
Eyes twinkle and twinkle,
Smile widens and widens,
Ears hear songs and songs,
Legs dance and dance and dance,
And then the beats increase,
Getting louder,
Getting higher,
Getting heavier,
Getting bigger,
Getting stronger,
Can you hear it too?

My heart beat goes,
One beat, strong,
Two beats, stronger,
Three beats, strongest,
Like a crescendo,
I feel an elevation in my heart.
I feel an escalation in my heart.
Yes, I love you.
And I know that you're my crescendo.
494 · Feb 2019
Apologies
kiran goswami Feb 2019
You drink my apologies every time they are offered
and savour the taste of every sip that contains
one tablespoon of my blood
and
a pinch of my bruises.
493 · Dec 2018
Dream
kiran goswami Dec 2018
" A house on a hill,
  an indoor pool...
   a  cute pet dog
     And nature all around,
   Isn't that how you imagine your future? " She asked.
" Not without you " he smiled.
492 · Feb 2019
Peace
kiran goswami Feb 2019
Well, you're swallowed by isolation,

And you call it 'peace'.
477 · Dec 2018
Earphones.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
I'm like your earphones,
Thrown,
because I'm an entangled mess.
But darling,
I want you to untangle me,
slowly.
475 · Feb 2019
Dark
kiran goswami Feb 2019
Darling,
In the world outside,
It's dark.

Keep the doors of your heart shut.
474 · Sep 2020
Romeo and Juliet
kiran goswami Sep 2020
Would they have still been remembered,
if they lived for each other instead of dying...
470 · Mar 2019
Roses
kiran goswami Mar 2019
And all the thorns that have ever pricked,
were from all those roses to which I questioned playfully
Whether you 'loved' me or not...
467 · Dec 2018
Wonder Woman
kiran goswami Dec 2018
And in this world full of
Princesses
and
Queens,
I am a Wonder Woman.
460 · Dec 2018
Night time.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
She used to dream of a future bright,
He used to dream of ' her ' every night.
458 · Jan 2019
Difference
kiran goswami Jan 2019
The difference between a writer and a reader is that,
A writer plays with words,
And,
Words play with a reader.
455 · Feb 2019
Search
kiran goswami Feb 2019
You search for him in the poems you read.
And he, well, he writes them.
452 · Jul 2020
Branding
kiran goswami Jul 2020
My mother told me to leave my mark
wherever I went.
When I asked her what did she mean,
She told me,
How she wanted me to leave
my name and my brand
as a symbol and signature
of my 'identity'.

'Identity', how would it look like...
Will it be tall so that it can
reach success even without climbing up.
Will it be hour-glass with curves
large enough to be liked.
Will it be fair so that it can be lonely too.
Will it be rich so that it can purchase Bugatti and Bentley.
Will it be smart so that it can create its success if it is not provided with any.
Will it be beautiful so that it can make people stop and stare.
Will it be kind so that it heals and saves what has been killed.
Or will it be soft so that it weighs every word before it speaks?

But then my mother told me your identity is 'you'.
But I cannot become my identity because I am not a signature to be looked at or a mark to be left.

So when I looked up in the dictionary
I found how mark is synonymous for
1.Stain
that I got on my sweatpant this morning.
2.Bruise
that has covered my neck like a mosaic painting.
3.Scratch
that has been carved on my legs by my own hands.
4.Blemish
that I have thrown on my parent's name and 'identity'.
5.Blot
that has covered my pages and hands because my pen is broken.
6.Scar
that stays on my heart.
7.Label
that I have put on myself and let others call me by it.
8.Identity
that I do not have.

My mother told me to leave my mark wherever I went.
But, wherever I went,
I gained one.
443 · May 2018
Solitude
kiran goswami May 2018
Solitude
Embraces me
Devours my senses.
Love eats my hunger away.
All Beauty is in the darkness.
In the heart,
A wild beast rules.
While the withering soul cries,
Waiting for the true love
Waiting for the only one
Tears don't fall anymore.
It's heavenly but it's lonely.
Those cries are no more heard.
Shrieks have become inaudible
It's only silence that echoes
And only solitude embraces me,
It traces down my curves.
Dryness kisses my throat.
My lips meet the darkness where even
The darkness can't see me.
My hands are touched by the unwanted pain.
Hatred eats my happiness away.
It's all wild, all dark.
But it's only solitude that embraces me,
Devours my senses.
443 · Dec 2018
Commas,
kiran goswami Dec 2018
Commas are what I fear the most,
They change
I love you
To
I hate this feeling.
438 · Dec 2018
In love with death
kiran goswami Dec 2018
There was a boy I knew.
He used to say,
He was scared of death.
He said it felt dark
And
hidden
And
engulfing.
He didn't want to die,
He was too scared of death.
But this boy I knew,
Fell in love,
Fell in love with a girl,
Whose skin was as white as snow,
And as soft as velvet of all the shades he could wear in on go.
Whose hair was dark and black as ebony,
And light and brown as a berry.
Whose eyes held the stars
And
Dreams,
And
carried hopes which were heavier than reality.
Whose lips were not as red as a beet,
But
Were as pretty as a September peach.
Whose body was not as clear as that of the magazine girls,
But
Yet she was made up of stardust and yellow pearls.
Whose nose was not the perfect shape,
But
She was his 'idol' kind of face.
Whose body was not as perfect as the stories they tell,
But
As the thousand imperfections like in the poems she wrote.
Whose curves were not as defined as apples, peaches and spheres,
But
Were as captivating as the life of his dreams.
Whose voice was as sweet as milk and honey,
he said.
And whose talks were the only words he wanted to hear.
Who was as precious as life for him.
Whose kisses were burning fire in the mahogany woods with the essence of ambrosia.
But little did he know
that
She was the death he feared to go near.
He loved her,
He said.
But he was scared of death,
He used of say.
435 · Feb 2019
Moon love
kiran goswami Feb 2019
My dear tide,
Don't be fooled by the moon,
He just pulls you closer
and then pushes you away
without letting you feel him.
435 · Jul 2020
As you wish...
kiran goswami Jul 2020
Only if the words
"as you wish"
meant what they read.
431 · Dec 2018
Photography
kiran goswami Dec 2018
Photography was his hobby,
And she became his favourite scenery.
431 · Jul 2020
Sound of the universe
kiran goswami Jul 2020
And if the universe could make a sound,
it would have been your voice
when you call my name.
426 · May 2019
A Relationship
kiran goswami May 2019
While passing from the roads I take daily,
I noticed a mycorrhiza on a tree.
Wrapped on the sweaty hands of the tall,
Entangled into each other.

I heard them whispering
"I love you",
" I love you too",
and I saw the little plantae
embracing very leaf of the tall,
kissing every inch.

It was symbiotic, I believed.
too symbiotic to be separated.

I took four steps closer,
and I noticed it was a cascuta on the tree.
Engulfing the sweaty hands of the tall,
climbing onto the top of the other,
I heard them whispering again,
"I love you",
" I want you",
I saw the little plantae
suffocating every leaf of the tall,
******* and tearing every inch.

It was parasitic, I knew.
Too parasitic to be together.
424 · Jan 2019
But
408 · Jan 2019
I can't write
kiran goswami Jan 2019
And on some days
I just can't write.
I skim through pages
and
scribble my name a thousand times
and
End up realising,
I just can't write.
My diaries and notebooks lie open,
Blank,
White.
I look at my own words
and
End up realising,
I just can't write.
I stumble upon words
And fall insides holes of oxymorons,
And I end up realising,
my name and writing together are also an oxymoron.
I look for inspirations and motivations
But end up realising,
I just can't write.
I personify my emotions,
Add similes to my feelings,
Just like a heart broken by love does.
But I still end up realising,
I just can't write.
I read poems and stories
Of writers who could write,
Feeling, maybe someday even I would be able to.
I battle with metaphors
and
Scratch the onomatopoeias,
I injure the meanings
and
Spill my thoughts through my veins.
I shout " Alohamora " to my heart a million times.
I trace through the lines of the endings of my stories.
I try to go on like the brook forever,
and
I hear the voice of the solitary reaper in the daffodil fields.
Yet, as the day ends,
I end up realising,
I just can't write.
408 · Dec 2018
Sleep
kiran goswami Dec 2018
" Short stories to make you fall asleep. " Typed the insomniac.
After 15 minutes ...
" Where are grandma's fairytales? "
The kid inside her wondered.
408 · May 2018
Promises
kiran goswami May 2018
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
Untied hair and tears in her eyes.
Trembling hands and
Quivering tongue
Her tried throat knew she cried.
Broken promises lay down
Shattered dreams on the ground.
Her broken wings were lying there,
How could the bird sing now.
Flowing blood and silent shrieks
All her cries and long sleeves,
Hid all her scars beneath.
Falling down, no hand to hold
Crashed upon the love she holds.
Life she lived and life she lost,
Frozen heart and painful thoughts.
Cold feelings but warm breath
Who could now mend her heart,
She lost today though died everyday,
An angel brought a hideous beast from inside.
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