There is a freckleWho is quite close to my heart. A small thing, unseen by many. Shrouded in mystery, sometimes in modesty. Not much to say, not enough to see. A little pale, a little red--A weak stop sign for the rest of the world. Not as red as he is greenHe won't go, won't fade awayTells me he is unfazed … Continue reading Freckle
I look down at the abyss/ Somewhere down there/ My salvation, cushion/ Safety net, soft landing.
My Bangalore - A Collage of Senses See The bougainvillea Pink and fresh and everywhere. Peeking out at you Saying hello from Verandahs and fences and parks.
You kiss me where the end Of my smile met my cheek. Your lips do not find my lips there anymore. Your head on my belly Up and down Your black shock of hair Sinking rising Like a ship lost to sea.
When I leave I'll leave with you:
It's just so sad That we only skimmed the surface of the blue-green waters of our lives.
Being on stage is an escape.It's the only escapeWhere you come face to face With the very things your running from. Being on stage is a trip.A constant tip toe balanceBetween being seen for who you areAnd being anyone you want. Being on stage is a lesson in self loveEven when you see no love in … Continue reading On Stage
Things To Do When I Die
the inside of your elbow watching your beard grow the subtle whistle out your mouth after the incoming roar of your snore notes left on the side of pages dirty ditties, wisdom for the ages the way you lose games, the stages of you coming to terms with changes your maddening habit of counting pennies … Continue reading 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲Fucks fell out of the sky Like the first shower in July And for once I didn't try to hoard them in my hands. I have less to give now and so I choose the things I care about. When I turned thirty Boulders fell off of my shoulders And pennies fell … Continue reading When I Turned Thirty
I won't ask you to be mine Because you already are Just like I am yours. True, no one ever looks at us And thinks, soul-mates. Their narrow-minded eyes Cannot see beyond Conventional definitions Gifted to them years ago. For I'm The ladybird you're the butterfly Divided by species By ground and air. … Continue reading Fusion
My last kiss With you Will be fierce. My mouth imprints on yours Creating a road-map for ever A path through the wilderness That years of routine cannot fade away. My last kiss With you Will be painful. How else will I remember the contours of your smile? How else will you Remember … Continue reading Last Kiss
Paper houses
In paper towns
Are made out of thin air
Blown into ancient wounds.
Doll houses
And perfect smiles
Are made to house vacant souls.
I am not my Ego. But sometimes it's all I am. Sometimes I'm that fearful voice telling me to stop and get back, Back to the cozy cocoon I was once in, Back to denials and excuses, the numbing out of everything that makes me feel alive. I am that schoolyard bully, Reason says don't … Continue reading Samurai
I remind myself of my enoughness everyday. It's right there in my calendarNestled between nudges to"Take meds" and"Drink water now!"My reminder reads"Enough."And this is enough. Because some days I am notEnough enoughTo not care about what others will think.What if I write"I am enough."And my best friend takes a peekAsks me about this New-Agey nonsense?Then … Continue reading Enoughness
Shweta Bhat Poetry 