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Day

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Just because the day is breaking outside
Does not mean the night in me has ended.
I carry the remains of yesterday
Through the hours that saw little sleep
Little dreams.
I felt the light dim and then rise
Above, so high
A finger apart into the sky.
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~insight07
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Two cities

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I carry the air of two cities

In my two lungs.

My skin is warm from the sun

In a single sky;

White, cloudy, aloof.

My love is angry with me

I left her in a city

I am in another.

In between lie our promises;

Trees in pliant warm soil-

Green, then black

Like this entire universe

With no shine of their own

No shine at all.

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~insight07

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Grow

The days when I was young
A little younger than now,
I remember with a tinge of nostalgia and bucketful of innocence.
My brain was fistful, my own fists tiny rocks
One rock beating in my chest.
Now that I look back, I realise at each point
There has been a sweet child,
A hopeful youth,
An in love boy, an angry uncle
A grandmother with her ears of wisdom
And teeth falling off all people.
Humanity as a sea has been flowing since a point in time
Till this where we have joined the flow.
My mom tell me to go with the flow-
This aging tide of consciousness
As I grow and grow and grow.

~insight07

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Feeling of Home

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While walking on a green field
Under the pale moon,
I remember home.
The suffocating fullness of the incomprehensible love
Habits that have been formed with my limbs
People whose blood and illness I carry as well
A certain smile and care that will always tell me, it will be okay
I remember the walls that have seen me become
A hundred different Devikas before I froze, brick by brick.
All the fights and terror with which we passed each day
All that emotion that flowed thick in us.
The laughs and loose hair, chatter that will always comfort me in my sleep.
I have had the privilege of growing up among different mothers
And I am a daughter to all.
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Miles away, my heart beats quickly
I miss not feeling like a pretense
Not being judged in a way that made me doubt my bricks
Not feeling like a burden or having my thoughts questioned
Because even they are a part of an illness that was passed down to me.
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Why is home so far?
Why is the feeling of home so far?
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~insight07
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