in

Crumpled

Can you hear me ?

When I fold my wings

Tuck them away

Clip off the remnants

Hide my happiness

Behind the burnt wall

Of the ancient cupboard

And rub off the fairy dust

Hide my penchant for flight 

Can you hear me?

When I hold your words

In my empty cauldron

Saving them for a night in desert,

under the withered stars, long dead

My throat, brittle

With your memories

My mind, arid and parched

For your elusive touch

Can you hear me?

When the stray strands of my hair

Look for refuge in my tears

And I

Cover the nape of my neck

With a torn piece of hope

Sacred thread tied to my wrist

With abandon, disrepair

Can you hear me?

When I gather up

the broken shards of yesterday

So beguiling, yet barren

Of the vows

Primeval and mostly forgotten

And prepare myself

For another day

Without you

Can you hear me?

When I walk aimlessly

In the labyrinths of my tired mind

Looking for an answer

Hitherto denied

As my blue black pen

Wounded,

Screams for a piece of paper

That lies crumpled

Under your edges

-Rianka Bose Saha

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Written by Rianka Bose Saha

Started scribbling when I was in my teens, and since then its an integral part of my being. Writing is cathartic for me as I deeply feel that there are many words that are left unspoken, uncared for. Eventually they wither away rootless. I try to gather theseΒ words and pour my soul in them. I feel words are magical and healing. I Am glad that I finally found a forever home for my words. So happy to be here !

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