Wander

Me, at times, wanders by myself
On known lanes, or some unknown tracks
Me, at times, can’t get out of mazes
Me, at times,
trapped
in the mid of a monsoon rain.

We, at times, wander by ourselves
The lane you know, me not
Buildings you drew and songs you shared
Or vice versa, some sounds of the day


(Submitted by Jennifer)

We’re not here to fix anything

It is not important — the reasons
we are the way we are this moment

At this instance I only know
we are tearing at each other

I, compressing at air
You, forcing a shape out of fire

My job is not to fix you
Nor you for me

As you are born to be free
And me, to set the city on fire

(writteninstead)

Poem written with your body

I trace along the curve of your neck

(Please never leave me)

Touch my lips to the your crown

(Please never leave me)

Breathe in the scent of your cheeks

(Please never leave me)

Draw circles in on your arms

(I love you, please never leave me)

Act of pain

Pain is a strange thing
Full of lies, it will be
Painting stories of tragedy
you will learn to believe

Into the role, perfectly
Pushing at you, screaming
Crying. A disgusting mess of
Madness and grief

Sorry I let the poison of pain
Swallow me; I forgot to see
Every time I clawed at you,
You’ve only responded with love

This time, you mattered

You are most afraid of indifference,
but I am scared
of affection.

Hugging the spinning blades
of a fan
adding speed, fingers white
it can take you on
a slow ride
or throw you
across, from a height
but as long it keeps on spinning
it shouldn’t matter
it didn’t.

I, on the other hand
will cut
the rope, dance into flames
nothing i will grasp, trust
to hold me
nothing i will let, bite me
but myself
as long as in solitary
it shouldn’t matter
it didn’t —

but you did.

Disparity is only louder

I know I like to question
Mark our differences in red
Remarks: People are drawn to the similar

But underlying I think I know
We are more akin than not
Note-to-self: disparity is only louder