Archive for authorDhruv

Dhruv is a 22 year old poet. Pursuing a masters in Society and Culture Studying geopolitics and comparative literature are his particular interests. You can find him hunting for inspiration in literature/film festivals or in obscure archaic bookstores, or just casually strolling on busy streets.

Poem: Phone Sex

You come in less than a minute after I do But always after me And I wish you'd stay for a while and talk about the day- your day with me But the line goes dead soon after

Poem: You

You buy me your favorite Carlos Luis Zafón & beg, no demand that I read it. You don't "take favors” But blushed when I gave you Neruda's Twenty Love Poems- Michael Faudet's erotic poetry, you said, "touched you in places-"

Alone

I shall retrace our footsteps- which do not exist anymore, a thousand times over. Then visit the quaint little bookshop we went to, sit in a corner, unobserved & longingly sigh.

Poem: Smell

Will you grab me by the throat And try erasing a passionate mistake you once made Or ask me if I'm doing fine And I'd say, how could I? When I'm deprived of the presence that once gave me life.

The Jasmines Don’t Grow Anymore

I was no rebel And this, was a rebellion Him, oh! how he still made his Abbu proud The man stood up against the fire For the country that he loved more than his life
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