Vaishnavi

Vaishnavi Mar 2014

I saw inscrutable
senses,
I saw how he pushed,
pushed them away,
I never saw it heaving back,
I saw him stealing,
stealing a particular
piece of enrage,
I saw his mansion
where he built,
built a powerful
vengeance,
he covered himself with,
with dusk and dawn,
he proofread himself
occasionally so,
he imbibed forest,
forest of shadows
and masks,
I saw he smashed,
smashed the only vase
I thought was worth saving,
I saw him being a human,
human his world wasn't for him.

Vaishnavi Jan 2014

Tilted him

He, my love,
chose to see shadows of
another man in my pupil,
He, my love,
could not see adrift
coating them instead,
He, my love,
said tomorrow's a part of my hallucination,
it isn't there,
he said,
He, my love,
smeared his being
with untruth,
he said was me,
He, my love,
knew passion,
He, my love,
had an unattained character,
of obsession with beauty.

Vaishnavi Dec 2013

Limits

I've been trapped in my silence,
it reflects back my voice.
What the world might say,
how it never would be okay.
Would they ever get to know,
that it wasn't my choice.
My body was touched,
without my consent.
I will never be able to fly away,
will they ever get to know it,
that these chains don't hurt me,
words and taunts do.
They'd never see me,
like they used to.
My folks and my friends,
Oh! These loose ends,
how will I tie them,
with scope of some proof,
I hide in my body,
and I hide in my pain.
I'm trapped in my silence,
with no one to vent.

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