Have you ever fallen asleep listening to music? When the song is slowly fading away into oblivion and the world stops being so noisy? That peace, is what I feel with you. Like I'm standing in front of the sea; like the sand is tickling my feet and not gulping me in. Like there aren't enough seconds or long sunsets for me to kiss you because oh my god I want to kiss you through it all; movie nights, grocery shopping, airy blanket forts, ice creams; all of it. Like there will never be too many metaphors to describe the cotton candy my tummy swallows every time you look at me, or the marbles in my throat when I have to say goodbye. Like the maps and continents could shrink and expand like the trampolines I want to jump on to reach the farthest horizons with you. Like finally being home and crashing on my favourite couch after a very, very long day. Because I've never really belonged anywhere, but the prism of your arms is exactly where I fit in. Because you've transformed my heart into a parachute plummeting and flying among snowstorms and fireflies. Because maybe, I might just be falling in love with you.
Saturday, 23 September 2017
Tuesday, 19 September 2017
This Haven Has Horns
When
my autopsy report arrives, they’ll say
I
overdosed on drugs
Slit
my wrists
Drowned;
But
you’ll know the truth.
You’ll
go back to your room,
And
open the mahogany box
With
the teal-blue mirror
And
the coffee-stained notes
Filled
with clues and cries
You
were too busy to notice
While
I tried to plead to you
When
I was still alive.
Still
alive
With
my blood throbbing
In
every vein with the joy
Of
seeing your half smirk
By
your rusty locker,
With
the knots in my knees
On
looking at the dried petals
Rotting
on the floor,
The
ones I’d left
By
your cigarette case
A few thunderstorms ago.
With sheets upon sheets
On my guilt-covered bed
In the shadow-filled haven
I could no longer call home.
Then you’ll know
That demons are real
That they walk among us
Reading us fairytales,
Driving us to work,
Bringing us flowers,
Fixing our curtains;
That they have
Kind eyes,
Chipped nails,
Purple aprons;
That they don’t always wear masks,
And smell like humans.
- Sayantani Sarkar.
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