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Moushmi Mehta Mar 17
if we can begin new every day
with our routine
with the dreadful evening naps
with every sigh & breath
inhaling, exhaling, and again

we begin & end things
with our decisions
with our relations
inhaling, exhaling, and again

do we even realise the magic we emit?
when we exhale and inhale again
there is no abrupt stop
there is no space for sorrow

there is no space at all
magic is the infinite connection
between endings & beginnings
this magic we must mirror

mirror it in our thoughts
in our oceans of chaotic emotions
in our burrows of structured actions
even after life

because surely enough, before you know it
POP goes the magic
inhaling, exhaling, one last time
before we hit refresh
Moushmi Mehta Nov 2020
I cry for my mother
I cry for my father
I cry
Even when there are no tears left to shed

Have we spoken enough about family?
My existence, how odd
My life, utterly jarred
Only with worry and sorrow for my creators
Moushmi Mehta Oct 2020
Everything looks lost in the sea
As if the sun never shone
As if the trees never spoke
Dark blue hands, pointing at me

All water is lucid like my dreams
Spinning with no centre
Speeding and it enters
Dying at the surface of the sea

Just a voice and a vibration
Keeping me grounded
Saving men surrounded
All come together, to get lost in the sea
Moushmi Mehta Jul 2020
Blue and black
She’s like a wallflower
Reflecting your shiniest self
Without any power

Pink and red
She’ll always be there
Just look up, up, up
But we don’t really care

Orange and purple
She absorbs every cigarette smoke
Does she know, she’s enough?
Standing tall, just for us folks  

Yellow and grey
She feels insecure today
Lightening strikes
And she smiles again tomorrow
Moushmi Mehta Jun 2020
There are spider webs
In my bathroom
Over the tank
Under the sink

They are so old and tangled
Indeed, a little tough to handle

But they look more at home
Compared to my pool of shedding hair
Going down the drain
Every day, a little by little

And somehow when I look at that
And then I glance at the webs
I can’t help but wonder
Who really belongs here

Who really has more of a purpose?
Is it their space or mine?
Or are we all just invited
To exist and exit?
Moushmi Mehta May 2020
At 10:00am, I wake up
The same four walls greet me
Walls that see my tea cup
Going cold on the window sill

At 5:45pm, I finish work
Just like how the bee ***** a flower
Honey, collected ultimately by some ****
Anyway, then I hit the shower

At 7pm, I see the sun set
So I send a little prayer
To the stars, although we have never met
But failing to see their end, I tell them I'm scared

At 1am, a little warning in the wind occurs
Saying it's ok to be wary but to stay put
To believe that when tomorrow recurs
The sun will be brighter & the moon will be afoot

At 10:00am, I wake up.
Moushmi Mehta Mar 2020
Excuse me, Sir,
If i could just have a minute of your time?
To tell you about the colour purple
It's fading. No, I don't need your dime!

Just your attention, ATTENTION
We march at dawn albeit some can fly
Together we can find the other dimension
Where the purple things go to die

Let's walk & talk, yes that's not rude
Yes Sir, I know you need to save your pension  
But next we stand to lose red & blue, isn't that crude
If we could only extend our observation?

Without purple, how will we embrace the rain
Our purple polar bears are dying, excessive pain
Purple lives matter, purple rights matter
Yes Sir, I understand you can't physically care

But Sir, saving purple today is essential
Tomorrow purple can save white, it has the potential!
Take this pamphlet at least, won't hurt
Have a good day sir, excellent purple shirt!
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