Author: Sthuthi S

Unrequited love

We were young and cautious Spent nights after bedtime And then we found love Amidst the gaps Of our broken hearts And the empty spaces Between our shattered souls We grew flowers To fill the void From the people who came before Our hearts Merged Into gardens But they weren’t sunflowers They were roses The red significant of our love And the thorns of our present Now we’re just a graveyard With decaying bodies Of memories And haunted By the people who left And now We’re 2000 miles apart Searching for more bodies To bury in our...

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Blind toxicity

This is how I found home In the darkness Your feet taps to the rhythm of my heart And now you’ve deprived me of my heartbeat too I can taste my own blood And I wonder if it’s flowing to your feet Like the Ganges worshiping Haridwar This takes me back to when I was 8 Just like today In the darkness When you made me worship you That day was the first day you deprived me But today This darkness becomes indefinite My obedience to light is betrayed Your feet continue to tap Closer I can feel your...

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The fables of reality

12.January.2018 My trauma becomes indecisive to neglect The doctor tells me “Your trauma makes you a permanent victim” My confidence momentarily shattered “You have high-functioning anxiety disorder” She tried defining my soul From an act that was committed against body It is like defining how cold fire is It’s like measuring the heat of the sun from Neptune “You have PTSD” You tried pouring water over the sun I dare you Next time pour kerosene And I’ll shine brighter Because I am the sun My destruction is yours too The sun Is the product of collisions and explosions Just...

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Things my mirror told me

You are a land hard to conquer The emotional trauma you impose On yourself On me The constant reminder That you are imperfect You conceal your scars But when will you realise That these scars Are all you have from a war that left you destroyed People came They bombed They used rifles to accentuate the war within The way you look at me To judge yourself Your constant search for imperfections So that you can turn A mirage into memories The way you find a perfect way to cry So that people don’t find you “ugly” Stop looking...

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I am those who came

Home has been 6 houses 4 cities 3 countries 2 continents And I’ve spared myself To every passing stranger In these places And I don’t have enough of me to spare Even for myself This is Identity crisis How every time I change To fit in To be ideal To not be hurt I’ve taken in a little From every place Every stranger To learn To gain I mimicked A little stayed with me But not enough to create an identity And now I am stuck With stray pieces From people I don’t recall I am a graveyard Of...

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