Ice cream

The sun is hard and hot on my skin

There, yet not there

A sip of cold syrup from

Ice cream between my lips

My tongue is the colour of

Pinks and artificial purples

My feet walk and walk

In maddening circles

Outside periphery of crowds.

My mind is a still ocean

Fishes and lives within its depth

Breathing air bubbles of all shapes and colours

Talking in binary codes and alphanumeric jokes.

~insight07

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Living Memory

A string of words from alien lips remind me of you
I held onto the threads with sticky, honey fingers.
I am wearing my heart on my sleeves
But there is no one to see.
Or hear, or breathe.
It is only the inside of me colouring this house mauve
Then a deep purple,
Then a night.
Moon has come whispering to the sky
A half strung sigh I steal from its lungs
And let it exit from mine.
We are sisters born from the same body, you see.
I lie parallel to some lines that I can’t see-
The human eye and floors above limit me.
But I imagine, as I always do
About horses flying, carrying the sun
From my end to you
They give you a kiss, and a cuddle, some snuggle
On a winter morning we have never spent apart.
(On a straight graph, your bed is parallel to mine
Even if we are some oceans and turtles apart)

~insight07

Access prose and poems in my book, “Dreaming in a Fish Bowl”!

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Love and Life

I bloom in love for a lot many-

Life is good, I realise.

Is there a limit to one’s capacity

To give love, and take it too?

For just giving is never the way,

Or just taking it, too.

There are friends-

Who understand thoughts better than mere words can explain

There is family-

Whose blood run in your veins and habits from years before dance in your system

Then, there are some people-

Whom you have loved more than you should have, or less than you should have

The scary what ifs always linger.

But, that’s life I guess.

Maybe there will be a someone

Whom I can give my dedicated love to

Or if there is no one-

A compromised love will have to do, I guess.

That’s life too- full of guesses and uncertain certainties.

~insight07 •

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Things I Miss

Things I miss from a thousand days ago-
Coins and puddles full of frogs
Roads full of footsteps and wet flowers
Fallen from a yellow wall.
A little flurry of activity that was not my own
People that were strange and did not feel like my own.
A mind full of romance and blank sheets of knowledge.
Ten black and white photos up a blank hostel wall.

Things I miss from a hundred days ago-
Warmth in my bones from a too heated sun
A surety of a goodbye that was a band-aid
Waiting to be ripped off.
Sharing four walls with two and dreaming of another nation
With unknown white walls under a sky California blue.
Mirror image with a mind talking and sharing and cooking
Love with so much food that is a part of my happiness.

Things I miss from today, even though today is not over just yet-
The feel of thunder on my fingers as I woke from a deep slumber,
Cold taste of a bread I baked yesterday
Evening tea, and what it means-
The day is not over just yet.
Talking to a stranger friend and feeling the threads in my mind
With fingers that now feel creative in typing this rhyme.

~insight07

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