She cursed her ill-fate for not destining them.
And she counted stars during the day, believing that night was a delusion.
When we tried explaining that the delusion was not the night but her love.
She explained us back, with here jumbled thoughts and metaphoric language, that we are paranoid. We need help.
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Adieu
To all the observed,
Unwanted,
Traps of gender.
To the unwashed clothes
That awaits for me.
The kitchen
With 100 ingredients,
With red chillies,
And sweet sugar,
Which neutralized
Every trap for me.
To the basin full of dirty plates
Bided dirty
For a lady.
Adieu
To the glittery, shiny jewellery.
To the golden nose ring
That pierced in my skin
To complete
The idea of beauty.
To the bright red dot on my forehead.
Defining my religion,
For me.
To the young and old adult’s
Blessings
On my birthday, festival, and pooja,
“May you get a good husband!”
Adieu
To the possessive, loving Lover
Who defined love for me
As marriage,
Children,
Family,
Home.
Adieu
To all the benign systems,
Which embraced me,
Because I was afraid of losing people.
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It has been months since he left. Now my body craves his gentle touch.
Out of resentment, I go through my contact list. And text the most obvious one, “Let’s have a one night stand.”
All of a sudden, subconsciously, I go through my gallery, slowly. I measure the length of his smile. Try feeling the outline of his jaws. Imagine biting his unmoving muscles. And stare at the wrinkles on his forehead. Now, the guilt seizes me.
It embarrrasses me, how at first the idea entered my mind, but once conceived, haunts me for days.
I crave embrace of his rough hands. I want him to be mine.
But once left, never needed back.
The thick darkness occupies me. And I embrace my legs kindly with my gentle hands.
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