By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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What is Love?
Is it that passive smell of nicotine
reminding me of a long forgotten song
Or the memory of wet soil on a sunny day
reviving the feel of hugs, warm and long
Is it that first sip of the black aromatic poison
that glues the oblivion inside me
Or the touch of the satin covers on bare skin Read More...
Published on Feb 13,2021 05:15 PM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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Him and I
kept mirrors all around
the house, for every time
one of us is home
when the other isn't,
we wont be lonely
got the reflection's company,
we would talk for hours
up till 9 pm
in the yellow flowered balcony
with cold wind's kisses
and then head to bed
cause the 9 to 5 waits ahe Read More...
Published on Jun 14,2020 04:37 PM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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Beyond every tear
and every heart break
and between every smile
and every 'in love' phase
there always exists
a sequential arrangement of
random fortunate, unfortunate events
forming the cosmic concept of life
and when the life force slowly fades
and the balance in between fails,
tumbling backwards Read More...
Published on Jun 14,2020 04:34 PM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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My feet feel
like the cracked earth
of the Rajasthan droughts
scorched and burnt and barren,
can't move no more,
My heart feels
like a stress ball
being squeezed with a cosmic force
draining all the anger
of hell's burning souls
My body feels
like a parched throat
in the middle of a dese Read More...
Published on Jun 7,2020 09:44 AM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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The number on the back
of my grey sweatshirt
bleeds blue,
everytime somebody whispers
'Game on',
my right palm immediately
flies to my left bosom
caressing the little pang
that comes with the memory
of spicy pakoda and hot chai,
the whole street of fanatics
in one living room,
while mom serves jeleb Read More...
Published on Jun 2,2020 09:33 AM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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The aureate dawn's bright light
through the summer window
peeking through the alabaster drapes
matching the artemis silver walls
gleaming on the ivory gown
all the way from Vera Wang,
and the ecru skinned girl
flaunting the raven tresses
ready to be braided,
each lock with yellow florets,
adorning a Read More...
Published on Jun 2,2020 09:31 AM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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1) Its been 'n' number of days and my chai routine hasn't changed one bit
2) I miss the citadel on my terrace where I always felt like an albatross
3) I miss mom more everyday now that I'm cooped up at home
4)The one library book I haven't returned in forever stays shoved in the same dusty corner
5) Read More...
Published on Jun 2,2020 09:29 AM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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Thighs bleeding
with the so called impurity
everytime I'm shunned
out of my own kitchen
to not stench up
the holy place of God,
hanging my head in shame
with every drop of blood,
on the maroon bedsheet,
that cannot go in the machine,
hiding the polythene bag
with my dirty identity,
behind my back, f Read More...
Published on Jun 2,2020 09:28 AM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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And long after I'm gone
when you clean out the closet
to rid my memories
like you rid my ashes
in the bluest of the oceans,
to begin falling in love
with a new memory, a nice woman,
you will find these pages
of handwritten poetry
each word screaming your name,
each verse reminding you
of every Read More...
Published on May 29,2020 11:14 AM
The room is enclosed with amethyst walls and matching curtains, an old drum kit rusting in one corner, a mahogany table with sticky notes covering most of its right side, an easy chair with clean and dirty clothes shoved in every possible angle, an unmade bed with the comforter flowing on the floor Read More...
Published on May 27,2020 02:17 PM
Quarantine Day 47
You know that feeling when you're standing on the roof of a tall building, and the wind envelopes you in a tight hug and you feel giddy with head rush?
Yeah, I felt like that everytime I was in the terrace of my apartment. I would climb to the highest point of my terrace and Read More...
Published on May 27,2020 02:14 PM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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Songs of battles
fill the crisp pages
of half cracked books
from unknown libraries
like the songs of heartache
etched in the leaflets of pain
of shattered love stories
in the bottom of the last pages
of every notebook
with striked out names
inside hand drawn blue hearts,
and when compiled together
w Read More...
Published on May 25,2020 05:33 AM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
Reads: 299 |
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How beautiful is the moon,
the Goddess of the night
bathed in an ocean full of milk,
A vision of trance,
in her unpigmented alabaster self,
sending in her cherry kisses
to my enthralled face,
through the Midnight's breeze
caressing my cheek,
like the touch of lace
and I, on the frozen floor
of my du Read More...
Published on May 18,2020 01:28 AM
Dear Stranger,
Nice isn't it? It costed me 4000 bucks. I had to cut out two months of Swiggy and Pizza Hut to buy this. Yes, the same gold sequinned knee length dress your envious eyes have been gawking at since I started walking down this road. Oh yes. My watch is working perfectly fine and I did s Read More...
Published on May 18,2020 01:26 AM
By
Namrata Dev in
Poetry |
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He stared at the walls
all day long
from dawn to dusk
For twenty four hours
and then some more
borrowing time from
the next day
hoping if he runs out of time fast
he'd be able to see
what it is like
to be free.
He's done counting
every single stone
in his solitary confinement
and has replayed his ve Read More...
Published on May 18,2020 01:23 AM
