Archive for the tag Poems

Poem: Half Empty

If I could, I promise I would shower her with everything she ever asked for. Hold her hand when the woman from across the street stared at us, hold her face when she shivered in my arms.

Poem: Blood Is Sticky

You realize you were in love when it's far too late “When you bleed, I cry, and if you cry, I'll break” And you fell too soon but you were supposed to be straight, And now you're sitting here, in his blood and cold Driven into a dead-end by fate.

acatalepsy

The one that you should spend your life with and bicker over ice-cream flavours and sing love songs off tune and visit places that are just right for Instagram.

Abstract Nouns

the giggle bubbling at the edge of her throat and eyes glinting with mischief figures can't encompass the unadulterated joy of playing a prank

Poem: War & Rain

maybe my skin is pale, or it’s not or maybe i think i’m gay, or i’ve fought battles and cried and begged for my rights

Musings Of A Desi Lesbian

I am a shell of what’s left of me I’m not who I used to be So if you run into the girl I was Don’t hesitate to tell her, her cause Give her kindness and give her love Before she disappears above And becomes another constellation in the sky

An Absolutely Gross Love Poem

Blue were the days when you thought I wouldn't stay, Your eyes teary, a challenge, asking me to run away, But in the middle of the dark woods, we somehow found a way My words became the music to which you could sway.

Poem: She

The symphonic rhythms of her breath etched into my being, I look up at her face as she gently presses her lips on mine.

Pride

What if I could not celebrate 6th September publicly, What if I could not join the Pride march, What if I was not the torch bearer, What if I was not the path clearer, That doesn't make me more or less important.

elysian

The corners of her mouth rise up occasionally, as if she knows - as if she knows that the whole day, I struggle to find the words which describe what goes on in my mind, all the things I want to tell her; how her skin reminds me of the soil that I grew up on, how her dangerous eyes seem to lure me in, and how her magnetic soul has held me captive.

Poem: Love As Submission

He says things to me, he does things to me. Shh, don’t tell them, we’ll be embarrassed. Two loveless souls trying to fill each other’s voids. We make love, and tame those devils. Animals we were, but don’t you see that this is our way of love?
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