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Tanushri Noronha Poem
She feels like the rain-
open and omnipresent.
He feels like the fire-
contained and dampened by her.
She feels trapped in her words,
And he strolls in his silence.
She walks blind
Not knowing when to turn
or take a step back.
He barges in with his reasons,
and knocks her cane off.
She fumbles with despair,
He- with his whispers.
She dances in mad circles,
chasing memories,
He walks on straight lines-
building beliefs.
She spends all her days
lying under the tress-
smiling, waiting for the emptiness of the fall.
And he spends all his nights
counting faces, making conversations,
Until he has known them all.
Copyright © Tanushri Noronha | Year Posted 2017
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Tanushri Noronha Poem
Kiss him.
Drag him to the mall for a chocolate shake.
Notice how he shies across the table in a crowded mall,
sitting, sipping chocolate.
Wait for the crowd to dissipate,
go home.
And kiss him.
Get a massage by him.
Kiss him again
this time, like someone at the brink of madness.
Fight with him.
Cry in front of him.
Then, when he is gone,
cry for him.
Wait for him and
stare at the blankness kept right above the tip of your novel.
Huddle up in one corner and wait for him to sleep beside you
Let the coldness melt away in his arms.
His arms- strong like a leap of faith-
an escape from nightmares.
Wake up in the morning
As lazy as the winter sun
and try to find him through a sleepy daze
Feel safe.
Feel loved.
Kiss him again.
Copyright © Tanushri Noronha | Year Posted 2017
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