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Coming Back Home
I fell in love with the forest. In it my loudness was swallowed By the sounds of its morning creatures In it my too muchness was morphedBy the towering trees – 1000 years old In it my weirdness was adoptedBy the family of unknown species In it my treble voice was made chorusBy the billion…
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An Old Love Story
I am an addict andAnxiety is my drugChaos is the heatFlaming this obsession.My innards respondTo the fear’s siren callLike the iron shavings To a large magnet wallA raging racer I amDrawn to the deep end Of self sabotage pit & Worthless hairpin bendI love a treacherous trailOld bones broken, frail &Reconstructing them in mind Like…
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March Of Dreams
Above you learn to rise,From measuring of size& to keep your big eyesOn the ultimate prize.Earn, burn, churn, Unlearn, relearn And then you turn All big & small concerns… Into the raging fireBurning bright like pyre Drumming the march of dreamsTo their destiny un-tired.Strifes, struggles, sacrificesFamiliarize, forge bonds with them For they will grow up…
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Journey Home
Oh u will always pickThe hot one who treatsYou like u barely existingThen be miserable, even sickYou will always sitWith the anger and notShare it when they makeSubtle jokes of your knitting Yes you will always smile And say okay to that friendWho asks you for money andNever returns it even when askedYes you will…
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Birthing One-Self
I am the good girl thatShunned her shadow &Was forced to kiss them!They tasted of pain & Grief & loss & hate & shame.It was my own AuschwitzWithin, desperate to holdOn to hope amidst theInvisible, internal torture ofThe Dark soul of the night.When I had learnt to cradleMy two year old wee self I was…
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Flowers On The Grave
It had rained on the graves,As if to awaken the dead From deep slumber of abyss.I don’t think they sense itNot till the water seeps inclose. Maybe then they feelA stirring amidst the white fogLike dreams when we wake.. Maybe then they try, hardTo reach, out of regret & lossMaybe that is why and whenFlowers…
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A Gift That Keeps Giving
When I was little, dad sat me down & said:Be strong and also softBe a storm and make senseBe fierce but also funnyBe a fire that glows fine Be smart and sortedBe a forest and a flowerBe silent and spoken aboutBe a fury tempered by fallsBe dark that holds the lightBe a symbol seared by…
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A Strip Of Life & Death
I get tired of goodbyes Easily these days for IHave grown weary, weatheredBy winds of lossMy heart wants to curl upInto a foetus in the wombWhen I witness a parting Be it that of a leaf in autumnI know death is necessaryAnd inevitable but a leafFalling in autumn is differentFrom a tree being set on…
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WADDLING WORDS
Waddling Words – My first book. A labor of love. An ode to my Fire Bird. An attempt to do my bit, for animals, for I love them all so much. It is out. It is my tribute to my beloved horse Jasmine Sky who passed in the end of 2021. I dint know how…
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The End, The Beginning & The Space In-Between
2023 would be a year beyond belief. I had a feeling of this even before 2022 started. And just like my premonition not even a week into the year two extreme life events have come to pass… each on the opposite end of the emotional spectrum. One extremely heart breaking and the other extremely ecstatic.…
Sowmya Hiremat 