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  Jun 2020 Meera
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i do not want you
to try to complete
each missing part of me
to make me perfect for you
i want you
to see me perfectly flawed
lost pieces and all
and still want
to light up my darkest shadows
enough to outshine
each star in the sky.
Meera Jun 2020
It feels like yesterday
when a politician appeared on our doorstep
with promises of development,
employment
and better health facilities

He said
"we would turn India into
America"

The same politician was on our doorstep
yesterday
distributing masks and soap bars
among people
who can't afford them

When people expressed their
fear
over the growing number of
cases

He replied by saying
Don't worry we won't let
India turn into
America
How the tables have turned
Meera Jun 2020
to be needed by everyone
but wanted by none
if i disappear tomorrow the only thing you'd probably miss is a clean house
Meera Jun 2020

Last night I came across a man
His skin pale as marble
Eyes dark and cold
Wearing a crisp charcoal suit
And black sparkling shoes
The smell of his cologne
Burning my nostrils
The warmth of his breath
Making me shiver
A chill ran across my spine
As he pinned me to the wall
Tracing circles on the back of my neck
With his bony fingers
He tightened his grip on my throat
As I held on to dear life
Slowly he drew his lips close to my ear
And asked ; his voice, barely a whisper
Will you come along with me?
I tried but couldn’t say NO
Soon he took over everything I once called mine

Last night I met a man named Death
And I fell in love with him
Meera Jun 2020
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
Meera Apr 2020
sad like her cheeks when she forces a smile
dry like her lips when she kisses my cheeks
lost like her expressions when she stares into the darkness
Quivering like her voice when she lies that she's okay
Deaf like her ears when she slips  back into her void
tired as her eyes when she hasn't slept all night
Yellow as the pills she places on her tongue
And red as the wine she gulps them down with

If you ever wonder what depression looks like
It looks like my mother's face
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