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 Jul 2020 Ananya
Swarnima
Castle
 Jul 2020 Ananya
Swarnima
My story has a castle. it's white with walls so high that the eyes strain to see the end.
There's an oak tree here. i lay down under it and watch the branches separate the blue of the sky.
Sometimes a butterfly brushes by me cheek and i lay still and i hope it comes back. i watch the birds with beady eyes and pretty feathers beat their wings across the air.
i shuffle on the grass and scratch my itchy knees.
Sometimes i lay on my stomach in my bed, and watch out the window when i can't sleep. do you know there are tragedies in the stars that no one can imagine?
i braid my hair and yell into my pillow. a strip of sunlight is wrapped around my feet. it's heavy and tight.
imagine watermelon slices sticky on your fingers and spewing seeds around making wishes. i paint my nails a tacky color.
i think of you a lot. i think if you had tried to scale the walls, i'd have let you in first.
 Jul 2020 Ananya
Swarnima
Contradict
 Jul 2020 Ananya
Swarnima
The moon at night it sings me lullabies and pulls the ocean awake.
i look at the stars and they twinkle with my fate.
i have seen the blue skies and the gray clouds both heavy with anticipation.
i have escaped rainbows in the attempt to get to their end.
i run from things and sometimes cling too hard.
i get thirsty but then i swallow the sun.
i build over the ruins of my mind, shattered all across.
i hug tightly.
and let go easily.
 Jul 2020 Ananya
Swarnima
Dreamer
 Jul 2020 Ananya
Swarnima
i sit and deconstruct the night sky.
one star at a time, i pull them and place
them on my arms and braid them into
my hair.
i feel the moon looking
at me with envy.
i could peel my skin off to nestle
them beneath it, and maybe ichor
will reside
in my veins.
the clouds are wispy and mysterious
they shroud something but they wither
at my touch.
the moon hangs low as i grab it and swing
my legs on either side of the sleek
crescent.
i sit there
astride the celestial and
i can't believe that the earth
will shift and
i'll find myself on the breakfast table
buttering a toast
and waiting
for stars to be bright enough
to shine during gloomy days.
 Jul 2020 Ananya
Swarnima
Gone
 Jul 2020 Ananya
Swarnima
what will you call me when
the last version of me dies.
will my name still
taste the same when
it falls from your lips or
will i be like
vapour
suspended on car windows
on a rainy day.
will my head still hold upright
when you come
and ask me
to smile.
i'll look at mirrors and laugh
when they tell me
i'm me.
can you even
hold hands with
all things lost and
put together.
i'll glow and sparkle for a
few more minutes.
**** me off if
it gets too bright.
 Jul 2020 Ananya
c a r o l i n e
I’ll know its you, between two
I think that I, found the one
I’ll never ever replace you

Love so pure, Love so true
Swept by feet, found by chance
That’ll seal my love for you
 Jul 2020 Ananya
wordvango
Just
 Jul 2020 Ananya
wordvango
A photo now
Hung on the wall
When
She for so long
Was my love and
Companion
She adopted me
Way back when
I showed up here alone
And so she followed
To be the smile I returned
To every day.
We were both orphans,
There was nobody to confide in
Or to care for and so destiny
Intervened,
Making a pair out of two
Lost souls.
Someone said without a family
You're nobody. I think
It might have been me.
She was my family.
She made me whole with her
Howling at sirens and her eyes
How they shone
Looking up at me,  missy taught me to love and I did.
She loved perfectly.
I believe it was destined. Her
Love was unconditional.
She gently gave me signs it was time for her to go.
And peacefully as she slept
She left.
As hard as I loved her, it is harder to lose her.
Now, she is on my wall
Looking down.
And in my heart, forever.
I'll always love you,
My Missy.
 Jul 2020 Ananya
guy scutellaro
staring out the window,
I remember you as you were

a bird always in flight

a fist full of tomorrows
held in the palm of your hand

staring out the window at the pouring rain
the warmth of your hand
pinions of a dove's wing
your hand in mine

I will not see the shadow
under your smile


gathering all the light in the room
like a flower in the sun

I remember you as you were
 Jul 2020 Ananya
Ike E Davis
Knots
 Jul 2020 Ananya
Ike E Davis
Do we leave the loose corners out, to weaken the tie?
May we pull the corners into unity to strengthen the bind.
 Jul 2020 Ananya
kiran goswami
If you ask me what is more difficult,
'to love' or 'to hate'...

I might answer,
but you will hate me,
If I do.
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