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Deconstructed verse

I broke myself into million pieces

For I wanted you to leave 

But, little did I know, 

You never saw me as a whole.


 
2

Her ghungru broke his calm

As his roof sprang to life,

He ran frantically to catch her glimpse

She slyly tiptoed her way back home

But, forgot to return him his solitude.

3

Akram Miya spoke through his stained teeth drawing the onlookers attention:

"Ram took away Rahim's place
This jumma I have no place for his ibadat"
Hindus furrowed their glance in disdain, Muslims rose in unison,
And before blood spiked out of veins,
Francis, pointing towards his courtyard spoke:
My Jesus wouldn't mind your presence!

4
Her fb account popped a stranger's request,

She declined his request 

But, curiosity raced her heart.

5

The drought burned away the last of hopes

A weary farmer sat drinking his tears

The radio in the farthest corner squeaked,

"The city got clogged out of incessant rains."

Irony, probably was meant to be dark.

6

"Wear your mask", the neighbour squeaked

"But, uncle, my asthma won't let me breathe", came his helpless reply.


7

This lockdown, I got locked in a web of feelings
I survive on bits of rotten memories.
I smile in the day, frown at night
And in the wee hours when I have my soul to myself,
I run away from the world!

8


Half corroded dreams in her eyelids hung shamelessly.
As she stole glances from her teacher,
She slept in bits and dreamt in fragments.
She never received any thrashing
Probably they saw a dreamer in her

9

Her mehendi deceived her in her wedding day,
The red in it matched her husband's blood
That dripdropped out of the car with smashed roses!

10

"You know that I love you?", He asked the last time
"Hmm" she choked
Little did he know, she never had access to such fancies.
She was born for a purpose, and her years were it's installments.

11
"I am not beautiful", she fussed as she prayed.
Her grandma cupping her face in her palms said,

"You are kind  and that is what it takes to be beautiful"






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