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Shreya Pokharel Dec 2014
Sometimes I wish
I could put my ink,
to the ebb of smoke
and string words.
Words that travel,
Words through the infinity of space,
so that when it reaches you,
the ashes burnt in my tongue will go through you
Into you, in words.
and vanish away, in the sweetest whiff.
Shreya Pokharel Nov 2014
Sending shivers down my spine
Veins as numb and cold as the Ganges
We spoke of faith and love trudged along
When you whispered your thoughts into me

I have been a forlorn sinner
With sins of troubles that nudged me tight
The embrace of wind brought you back
To the time I called you for dinner

Our obscurity gives me away
We look but shun, bury the night deep down
Today, my light flickers  as I stand
For the molted facade is my new play
Long long back.
Shreya Pokharel Nov 2014
One day, I'll.let you down
I'll cast a spell so profound
And you will decay in my gaze of time
With a futile hope to lay the dime

Was it so good to be my muse
Did it consolidate your desire for a bruise
I acquired you with a lust within
And you so easily gave in for my thin

I preached and prayed to hold you tight
You became a slave to soak my light
My affinity for you was barely masked
You never denied for all I asked

And now I lay here, tore in shadows
I had let me thought what comes never goes
You held it right, when your will was tested
But you let it pass, when your affliction rested

For how long did I tame you rough
I didn't let you see any exemplary or enough
The war was lost, my grant repealed
When I saw the ghost of the lips that were sealed.
Sometimes I feel my poems are direct outliers of what has been put upon. This one describes what should've been felt by someone who had so subtly, so elegantly, ripped pieces of us apart.
Shreya Pokharel Nov 2014
She, who speaks the best for us,
She, who speaks to rein the truth,
I saw her drop the card last night
To the late emperor who shall sue her true.

She laid beneath his scars and dug,
She screamed , she pounded, she fought a war,
I saw her eat her cries away
To the only card she'd managed to lay.

She saw herself face the dark,
She dressed in white to mark it right,
I saw her hide her cards in brief
To the man she loved, the man you believed.

And still I sit and wonder out loud
Why the whiff was carried out so proud
I gazed so hard I blissed in peace
The emperor, who stuck behind the leash.
Late night joint.

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