IF I WILL EVER WRITE A GOOD POEM

  If I will ever write a good poem I will print it in bold letters and press a thousand flowers in between the words so that I can gift it to every person I know and I don't.

To the Persian carpet the lady next door sit grieving upon her kitchen garden in Kashmir, 

To the internet friend from Kolkata who talks of books and Rabindra sangeet. 

To the boy who kissed me long in a ruthlessly cold night before breaking my heart. 

To the muddy footprints my grandmother left in my floor while she got me a atramgiwala chai.

To the murals that hide the darkness of my best friend's heart with smiles The void spaces between me and my mother while she wish me "happy birthday "

To the unspoken anger my brother hide when I break down in front of him

To the greetings of a favorite professor who promised to remember me in her prayers 

To the vintage smile of that friend who send me a Christmas card in the third week of January 

To the B 3 foundation my aunt uses to erase the nail prints of her lover 

To the black glasses of a girl who calls me "unnie" wrapped in love

To the one who talks of Achilles and Patroclus with a twinkle in her eyes, clutching to a cord of sadness 

To the pink skies of a cousin, his lies flowing like a bitter sweet honey because he is expected to be a successful guy.

To the oranges my father keep for me because I loved them once 

To the constellations where a 14 year old girl whom I love to death resides because she is no from this earth 

To the giggles of my favorite niece when I tell her a lame joke 

To the red satin scrunchies of a friend's gift box with the odour of her ginger tea 

To the Mumbai night pictures a pure soul 

send because it is her love language.

To the butterfly wings of a girl who reads a lot who once said "I missed you " while I was planning another  suicide attempt 

To the shehnayis of a girl who shares my name but without an 'y' 

To the strangers I met in the alley because they  never asked me anything.

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