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Where is the pianist in me
Where is the overly-enthusiastic musician
Who'd pick up any lyrics
And make it into a song.

Where did I lose my words
Where did I lose my will to write
Where did I lose my courage
To cry my heart out on a piece of paper
And bleed my fingers on a guitar-string.

Where did I lose my random scribbles
Where did I lose my unabashed thoughts
Which I would often lash out on empty canvases.

When did my creative block
Turn me into a mechanical machine
And make me forget that
My right brain works better than the left one.

Where did I lose my faith
In this ****** human race
Where did I lose my friends
My family
And all those who loved me?

Where did I lose my
Optimism
and when did I lose myself
To anxieties and the blues?

Is this real or a dream?

Where did I lose my courage to live?
Can someone find it for me?
I should stop over-thinking.
I don’t mind that you’re gay
That just means there’s more women for me
And all the gay guys won’t hit on me as often
Mistaking me as such
It’s happened a few times before
Felt just as good about myself if it were a woman
Can’t figure out why it’s such a big deal for most guys
Because* of you,
I am here,
Or here at all, honestly.

On those cold winter days,
There is someone,
Who'd sit next to you,
And the warmth when your knees rub,
Is enough to melt the snow away.

Your irises,
Aren't just eyes!
And your lips,
Aren't just lips.

They make you,
And break me.

For.
Every time I see you,
My heart breaks,
Because this work of art that I see,
Isn't exclusive to me.

Yet,
Just like the seas stay still,
And billions of starts and hearts admire them,
Only the fishes really know,
How deep they are.

Your rhapsodic voice elates me,
Even when times are tough,
Just an aloha,
Keeps my clock going.

Sometimes I wish,
You get to see all that I see,
Even though it's just our first step,
**There are a zillion conversations to keep.
When you're in love :)
Sometimes I wish

I could wipe away my face

This face of pretense happiness

No eyes, no nose and no lips

Just a face that's eclipsed.

And what you say resonates through me

Every word you say

Echoes through every cell in me

Yet, I live in my own universe.
Sometimes it is alright to feel miserable and not know what's causing it.
  Apr 2015 Divya Padmanabhan
XIII
We need no one's approval.
We are poets, not pleaders.
We just need to express.
  Apr 2015 Divya Padmanabhan
Drin Tashi
The feeling of swimming underwater,

missing someone,

standing on top of a mountain.

The feeling of shedding tears over a movie,

excitment over a kiss,

running for no reason.

The feeling of jumping up and down over a song,

smiling to birds,

being lost after a drunken night out,

is what we should live for.
is your faith so fragile
you **** to protect it?
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