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Anjali Singh Poem
The sudden shift of power from the space
To the space between our feet;
The energy which you made propagate
Through your pleasing hoarse voice
To my heart strings;
I miss all those words that were
Never bestowed the right to speak.
I crave for the uncut acts of our play
And the efforts our audience might anticipate too.
The spark you wore was enough for my
Meandering five senses to assemble.
The chemistry of the reaction, you too noticed,
Did you not? For our pearly white reactants,
There was no need of a catalyst.
But the shame of it all being in my head,
Drapes my untouched body everyday under the soothing sun.
The moment has gone. I am not your pilgrimage.
And my now is filled with the same
Tempting yet elusive dreams.
Copyright © Anjali Singh | Year Posted 2021
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Anjali Singh Poem
Thy embrace was like sleep,
I could easily fall in trust.
Materials displaced
The warmth of thy womb.
Miraging truth inside
The labyrinth of lies.
I'm troubled by the overlapping
Planes of right and wrongdoing.
Aroused is the numb mind
By the worldly possessions offered.
Had me ping-ponged until
My connection to faith broke.
Surreal dreams that exhibit
Potential of a blackhole horizon-make.
Arrested by mistrust and misshapen,
Euthymia brings me barred light.
I'm troubled by the overlapping
Planes of true and false.
Oh, I'm guilty of diving into blue.
My limbs, flailing in passion.
I'm guilty of stomping the walls red.
My vision clouded under the depth of ego.
I'm guilty of swerving in green.
My limp body, sinking into agony.
Thou gave me the sky and I chose Well.
Copyright © Anjali Singh | Year Posted 2022
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