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  Nov 2021 Harini Alluri
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
Harini Alluri Jan 2020
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest.

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare.

There is a poem
on the tip
of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you.

You are a masterpiece.
Harini Alluri Jan 2020
There is no denying it.
But she wasn't that kind of beautiful
that made everyone turn,
Or took everyone's breath away when
she entered the room.
Her beauty was hidden,
But once you see it, she becomes
nothing but beautiful.
She was the kind of beautiful that
keeps you up at night,
The kind that makes us love every
part of her.
Some people may not see it,
And you know they can't,

But she was beautiful.
Harini Alluri Dec 2019
if a poet falls in
love with you
be prepared to be
written about
in every possible way

from the way your eyes
sparkle under the moon
to how your lips form
that ever-so perfect smile

it's the little things that
poets write about
the little things about you
makes a poet want to write
and write until their hand

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