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Do you remember when.... (Poem in caption) Do you remember when we first met? The day was clear As a fair weather I saw you walking down the road

Do you remember when.... (Poem in caption) Do you remember when we first met? The day was clear As a fair weather I saw you walking down the road

Svetlana Saraswat

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Beautiful like supple skin, like blush pink, like warm honey water, like lace on dresses, like sun-kissed hair, like dew-touched feet, like bow-shaped lips, like Bambi brown eyes, like Jagjit Singh's ghazals, like perfect grammar — Beautiful is all of the above, beyond, and everything, my mother is. #napowrimo #airplanepoetrymovement #sideasideb

Beautiful like supple skin, like blush pink, like warm honey water, like lace on dresses, like sun-kissed hair, like dew-touched feet, like bow-shaped lips, like Bambi brown eyes, like Jagjit Singh's ghazals, like perfect grammar — Beautiful is all of the above, beyond, and everything, my mother is. #napowrimo #airplanepoetrymovement #sideasideb

Svetlana Saraswat

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I widened my eyes to seem untouched by the tar of late capitalism, I treated you special, like toxic-men-I've-grown -fond-of-in-hindsight kind of special to convince him that I am the manic pixie dream girl he has been waiting for, I had ordered a happy meal to seem cute, I wanted a toy so that I seem smaller than my age, I struggled with assembling your parts so that he can put you together, I giggled at your shiny blue and noisy wheels to seem fascinated,

I widened my eyes to seem untouched by the tar of late capitalism, I treated you special, like toxic-men-I've-grown -fond-of-in-hindsight kind of special to convince him that I am the manic pixie dream girl he has been waiting for, I had ordered a happy meal to seem cute, I wanted a toy so that I seem smaller than my age, I struggled with assembling your parts so that he can put you together, I giggled at your shiny blue and noisy wheels to seem fascinated,

Svetlana Saraswat

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// Emptiness sounds like// Emptiness sounds like a phooljadi crackling in a lawn that has been sprinkled clean, now that everyone has left for home for a week, my matron even offers an anaar, she feels sorry for me. Emptiness sounds like the clash of cutlery, and my spoon and fork are the only ones who are having a conversation, you know? Emptiness sounds like my own voice, ringing in my head as if I've been talking to myself inside a cave. Emptiness sounds like doors shutting, and loud noises of someone's chest wanting to split into two. (not mine) As a consequence of knowing this poem sounds no good, knowing that I have heard lots of emptinesses. I'm just very tired to think of them all, you know? Oh yes! (just remembered) Emptiness also sounds a lot like a bitch's groan. Like and comment folks. I'm trying to grow my account. 😇 #apmprompt #airplanepoetrymovement #emptiness #sounds

// Emptiness sounds like// Emptiness sounds like a phooljadi crackling in a lawn that has been sprinkled clean, now that everyone has left for home for a week, my matron even offers an anaar, she feels sorry for me. Emptiness sounds like the clash of cutlery, and my spoon and fork are the only ones who are having a conversation, you know? Emptiness sounds like my own voice, ringing in my head as if I've been talking to myself inside a cave. Emptiness sounds like doors shutting, and loud noises of someone's chest wanting to split into two. (not mine) As a consequence of knowing this poem sounds no good, knowing that I have heard lots of emptinesses. I'm just very tired to think of them all, you know? Oh yes! (just remembered) Emptiness also sounds a lot like a bitch's groan. Like and comment folks. I'm trying to grow my account. 😇 #apmprompt #airplanepoetrymovement #emptiness #sounds

Svetlana Saraswat

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// Making my Bed // There are days where you are the only thing I get right. There are days where your crumpled linen goes really well with my insides. There are days where you stub my toe to remind me there exists a pain worse than forgetting his eyes. There are days when I ask for the stubbing, when I jump on you naked to break my spine, hoping you'll remind me once again there are pains worse than wanting and not-wanting to forget his eyes and, there are days where you show me some places of you wherethe linen is barely held together by a few threads, ready to break if I make my bed too tight. Those days I let my crumple lie on your crumple, let a tear pass through the tatter, let a scoff escape because, I used to think that I had better things to do than making my bed. Based on APM prompt. Like, share and comment! #heartbreak #bed #days #yqquotes #airplanepoetrymovement #poetry #poet #loneliness

// Making my Bed // There are days where you are the only thing I get right. There are days where your crumpled linen goes really well with my insides. There are days where you stub my toe to remind me there exists a pain worse than forgetting his eyes. There are days when I ask for the stubbing, when I jump on you naked to break my spine, hoping you'll remind me once again there are pains worse than wanting and not-wanting to forget his eyes and, there are days where you show me some places of you wherethe linen is barely held together by a few threads, ready to break if I make my bed too tight. Those days I let my crumple lie on your crumple, let a tear pass through the tatter, let a scoff escape because, I used to think that I had better things to do than making my bed. Based on APM prompt. Like, share and comment! #heartbreak #bed #days #yqquotes #airplanepoetrymovement #poetry #poet #loneliness

Leveen bose

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The World Has Ended! My real world always Ends Whenever My thumb hits the screen of the virtual world, !! #theworldhasended #apocalypse#the_world_has_ended #airplanepoetrymovement #

The World Has Ended! My real world always Ends Whenever My thumb hits the screen of the virtual world, !! #theworldhasended #apocalypse#the_world_has_ended #airplanepoetrymovement #

Sanjana Kumar

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A river must have dried up where the stones pave a getaway from the wild ways the city works. A river must have been once, where today my wild inhibitions regarding ways to explore affections lie. //caption// On my doorstep. I. I found a stray half freckled yellow marigold on my doorstep. I have always liked marigolds, sometimes my love for yellow flowers being a little too irrational. I wonder where half the sun I'd keep in my pocket, always handy, is now. Now that I've traded the grunting heat for the freckled, dried and crumbling thin petal strips of the warm winter bloom. II. A river must have dried up where the stones pave a getaway from the wild ways the city works. A river must have been o

A river must have dried up where the stones pave a getaway from the wild ways the city works. A river must have been once, where today my wild inhibitions regarding ways to explore affections lie. //caption// On my doorstep. I. I found a stray half freckled yellow marigold on my doorstep. I have always liked marigolds, sometimes my love for yellow flowers being a little too irrational. I wonder where half the sun I'd keep in my pocket, always handy, is now. Now that I've traded the grunting heat for the freckled, dried and crumbling thin petal strips of the warm winter bloom. II. A river must have dried up where the stones pave a getaway from the wild ways the city works. A river must have been o

Sanjana Kumar

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EPILOGUE:NOT THAT EVIDENT I met an old friend last night. Well, he still repeats the same jokes over and over again and likes borrowing intellectual awareness from colleagues and rubbing it off on the other colleagues. “Fine director; too  stuck up with partition.” “Fine poet; too metaphorical.” Evidently, some things  never change.   Here's an old weird piece I found in my drafts. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #airplanepoetrymovement #yqpowrimo #nostalgia #winters

EPILOGUE:NOT THAT EVIDENT I met an old friend last night. Well, he still repeats the same jokes over and over again and likes borrowing intellectual awareness from colleagues and rubbing it off on the other colleagues. “Fine director; too  stuck up with partition.” “Fine poet; too metaphorical.” Evidently, some things  never change.   Here's an old weird piece I found in my drafts. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #airplanepoetrymovement #yqpowrimo #nostalgia #winters

Sanjana Kumar

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The car is wrecked. Like, we're trapped in Jurassic Park and the huge fern leaves thrash against the almost broken windows, rain splashing and our jackets, wet. //caption// Fern leaves -Sanjana Kumar The gurgling sound of water surrounds us. Something, a lot like you must have heard as a prelude to a song about how love trapped us and made us do all sorts of things magicians do. The car is wrecked. Like, we're trapped in Jurassic Park and the huge fern leaves thrash against the almost broken windows, rain splashing and our jackets, wet. You look at me once and ask for my permission, you never open your mouth to speak. You hold me tight saying, girl it will all

The car is wrecked. Like, we're trapped in Jurassic Park and the huge fern leaves thrash against the almost broken windows, rain splashing and our jackets, wet. //caption// Fern leaves -Sanjana Kumar The gurgling sound of water surrounds us. Something, a lot like you must have heard as a prelude to a song about how love trapped us and made us do all sorts of things magicians do. The car is wrecked. Like, we're trapped in Jurassic Park and the huge fern leaves thrash against the almost broken windows, rain splashing and our jackets, wet. You look at me once and ask for my permission, you never open your mouth to speak. You hold me tight saying, girl it will all

Sanjana Kumar

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When I say loving me is kind of like rewriting a story. //caption// When I say loving me is kind of like rewriting a story. (After Hanif Abdurraqib) When I say loving me is like rewriting a story with weird character names and locations, what I would generally means is

When I say loving me is kind of like rewriting a story. //caption// When I say loving me is kind of like rewriting a story. (After Hanif Abdurraqib) When I say loving me is like rewriting a story with weird character names and locations, what I would generally means is