Author: Jaya Pillai
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I Wish A Writer Loved Me
There are days when the words Curl up tiredly and slip into a corner. Those are the days when my thoughts Gasp for breath and never die . Instead they throb within, Swirling in the emotions That grip their very roots and stifle them. The night stares blankly at me Waiting for me to sleep…
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The Scars
THE SCARS Let me tell you About the little patches Of brown and red That you see, Scattered across my soul. You cringe. Many do : others look away. They are ugly – those patches, Interspersed with the white parts of my soul. I wear them like a badge. For they tell me how I…
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Can You Hear Me
#Poeattic 3 #PoetryParlour #Can You Hear Me Can You Hear Me Somewhere, I have lost The words I had gathered, To build a song for you. I had put them In an oval vase, Rubicand, with flowers Painted all over. I never saw the crack. And so I have been groveling On the star lit…
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The Final Winter
I feel strange – Like a star that exploded eons ago, Scattering golden dust Which soon swirled away into infinity, Leaving a cold trail. It’s winter – and the coat I wear barely keeps me warm. The fire beyond my walls Is burning bright And they sit huddled around it, Their pale faces glowing. Not…