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How She Looks

  From a hundred feet away She looks like a bright little daffodil Swaying and dancing on a summer hill From fifty feet away I can see the bounce in her step as she walks  I see how her head tilts right when she talks From twenty feet away I see that her shoulders droop at the end of the day Her face looks weary, she zones out, as past the tumult she makes her way From five feet away She seems a little distant, maybe aloof I see the unkempt bun, I see the crooked corner tooth A little closer as I step I see that her smiles don’t reach her eyes  Her laughter is well timed, amidst joyous lies  Closer still And I see the honey freckles on her nose  A glistening uncried tear, further up close  I dare step closer  And I see a child, in plight, perplexed  Searching for her north, placing bets on herself  Does she know the cracks in her armour shine brilliant? Does she know some mountains won’t move, however her spine bent...

Scarce

Live a little louder, girl. Be a blast of noise The tunes that you scatter  The glasses that you shatter  Are swimming in the open, callous and free  You cannot demolish the universe, so dance a little wilder  The waves that you make  The grounds that you shake Are stronger than you make them out to be  Be a little more you, little one. Cry when your heart gets cold  The howls that you scream  The tomorrows that you dream Hold them yours, brilliant and blue, hidden and true Don’t make yourself scarce, girl. Don’t be afraid of being you Yesterdays are gone  Tomorrows are unknown  Let the lights take you twirling into their might

Again

The two voices in my head One part sunshine, two parts rain Walk astride, linking arms Joys and sorrows  Love and pain  Toss and braid my thoughts around  One part prudent, two insane “Will she crack?” “Will she jump?” “Can she tell if it’s true or feign?” I stand on the edge and watch them brawl  Two parts heed and one part vane I smirk. I jump. I make them stop Then my eyes open  Oh, here it goes again!

Let it Set

 It burns your heart Doesn't it? The setting sun The rust and honey Piercing The last rays Memories gilding Let it set, honey Cause a little darkness Don't pull it up again Let it set, honey Let this one set  For another to rise

Letters

 I miss the days of the Letter The ones I'd get from my grandfather Once a month I'd gleam with cheer I'd run around re-tracing the words written I'd tuck those words inside my memory The sound of the postman's bells The Jingle of the envelopes creaks The joy of finding one that had my name The waft of air and shaped wax The touch of dried ink and postage stamps In the days of instant chats and blue ticks I was happy to be remembered even every few weeks I miss the days of The Letter When I would carefully think of what to tell him Maybe I should omit that I got my ankle twisted I weighed my words I thought of the him before writing My words were aimed at sending love My words were hoped for bringing joy In the times of Instant chats and video calls I would cherish the photograph sent  I'd remember the way the sunrays fell on the ground The way my cousin winked an eye at the camera The way my grandmother looks almost shy I miss the days of the Letter I wonder ho...

A Hundred Thousand Steps

 And just like that  It's ten years back  And the muscles of my heart remember One step forward, two steps back The mirrors. The reflections. The cracks One step forward, two steps back The eyelids that quiver The thoughts that shiver The heart that pounds in your back It's ten years back Run away, I hear Don't face it, you know what's on the other side It grasps me, the fear Run away, don't face it. You'll always have to hide It takes one moment of courage To change your story One push of a button One closed door now open After a hundred thousand steps It's ten years back And I'm walking on the other forked road The muscles of my heart still remember The eyelids still quiver  Two steps forward, one step back But now I know I have my back.

Chrysalis

 I spun a million specks into silk And curved inside, quiet The cocoon protects me, they say  I listen. I flow. I tune them out I change. I grow. I seed my sprout The coccoon remains white The cycle appears unmoving I keep mulching the ground Relentless. Spinning. Untiring. One day, it turned red. The shell And I felt my power grow The coccoon still felt stiff But the butterfly had wings now It takes the hardest push Just before the shell cracks open I smiled at the chrysalis, as I flew away I didn't have wings then