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Suhasini Devi Poem
Fragments of my memory
dissolve like mist
in the summer sun.
Parts of me
live in patches like
the moon on fragile nights.
I let chaos reign
in my head
and ropes of thoughts
strangle my being.
I let doubts of my existence
deplete my innards
as I watch the sky roar with confidence.
I have walked this path
innumerable times.
It has pricked my feet and hollowed
my soul.
And yet when empathy blooms
like fragrant wild flowers
I forget who I am
I forget how love has hurt me all the time.
The ocean beckons me today
the cliffs and ridges call out my name
for I am lost in a void
embedded in regret and loathe.
Yet a faint light of hope
flicker in the pain.
A flame of love
From my heart to my soul.
Copyright © Suhasini Devi | Year Posted 2026
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Suhasini Devi Poem
I held on to a story
an inundation of quiet memories
it's vastness bearing upon me
that it broke my spine.
and yet I chose to wait
like the last autumn leaf
dangling on a broken bough.
I chose silence
in the parchment of life
and chose to hide
behind shadows of time.
Was I a coward?
Or was is it clarity I hoped to gain
perhaps... just perhaps
I was just very different.
Copyright © Suhasini Devi | Year Posted 2026
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Suhasini Devi Poem
I held on to a story
an inundation of quiet memories
it's vastness bearing upon me
that it broke my spine.
and yet I chose to wait
like the last autumn leaf
dangling on a broken bough.
I chose silence
in the parchment of life
and chose to hide
behind shadows of time.
Was I a coward?
Or was is it clarity I hoped to gain
perhaps... just perhaps
I was just very different.
Copyright © Suhasini Devi | Year Posted 2026
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Suhasini Devi Poem
The scorching yellow has dim
and the cuckoos call out to each other.
parading above the paddy of gold
are grey tufts of warm and humid clouds
lunging onto the trees,
with crackles and flashes of silver light.
Boughs of ripe mangoes sway
marigolds and freesias cup all they get
quenching their thirst after a rigid summer’s reign.
Tapping on my roof
like a child playing drums on dinner plates
the pitter and patter goes on.
the earthy smell rise as weeds stretch and flowers yawn.
the season of rain
of nature’s music, of cold nights and
new blooms.
The season of mirth as woodsmoke
tangle with petrichor.
Rain like a true Knight
galloping around.
Copyright © Suhasini Devi | Year Posted 2026
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Suhasini Devi Poem
You sing a hollow song
that reeks of putrid drain
you retch and twist
and I can't for once blame.
You are made of sundried tears
sunken eyes
and you are broken in many ways
The sky stays blue
but is porous with piercing rays
the ocean is wild and wails like
a madman almost every day.
We have torn her apart really...
into a million shreds that can never be pieced.
Copyright © Suhasini Devi | Year Posted 2026
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