Then there was Spring

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Tanya Singh
Member since June 30, 2016
  • 6 Posts
  • Age 17

He doesn’t understand my language, neither I his, But we spoke a language together, We spoke of being friends, Through gestures, and good things, Had then we defied philological, dialectal reasons, And we knew history failed and language did too, And why geography followed suit, Our verses were not the same, We were lost in translation but not any more than we need be, Only gladly lost as the way soil was into the grass, Holding the vast earth toget...


Alone at the Table

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Tanya Singh
Member since June 30, 2016
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Dearest, We were like the rainbow in the afternoon sky, orange and only smoke, And sadly, rainbows do not exist, / And I realise why the clouds were painted white and grey, Every day is a trial and every day I am guilty, I paint the blank page ivory and illusion, and throw some sighs for glow, And our words, / Like tangerine shadow lamenting on our jokes, I am choking on them, so thick these words seem, I am the victim and I am the suspect, / I’ll be...


Mother sings a Lullaby

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Tanya Singh
Member since June 30, 2016
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  • Age 17

I wonder what I sound like when I lie, Do I sound like a coward hiding behind a face, everyone remarks beautiful, Like golden leaves of a broken tree whose existence lies in the land of Aporia, that just wither away / proclaiming the sacrifice while giving up the virtue of the kind, What expression do I hold when I smile blankly/ the fake smile of dead butterflies, Is it the look of deceit or charm that literally strikes the sight/ like a handsome stranger of good d...


The shade my death wore

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Tanya Singh
Member since June 30, 2016
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(Note: Paint the most beautiful picture and hang it on the wall of your heart, for you have the ability to do so. Don't throw the brush away. Death is but a shade. We need not paint it. ) Appearance of detainees on the foothold of a hill, That was shot in the musk laughter of a fatal night, The prison was our only heart, And not for one had I cared for colours, The lines from one end licking the icing of the cake, That turned Monique black when our hands met...


Who says we are unfaithful?

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Tanya Singh
Member since June 30, 2016
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  • Age 17

Who says we are unfaithful? Apprehensions. We had many. And so was the stranger of nights ridiculed, Someone said, it was not the way to start, And we argued happily on recourse, It became our meek recluse of the hidden dawn, Like the dance of the ill clinking of pans in the bathroom, Where our acrimonious polemic ensued, Blood bath was just an irony of the twilight, And when he shot his acquaintances, the same we did, In our metaphors describing the...


We read wars

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Tanya Singh
Member since June 30, 2016
  • 6 Posts
  • Age 17

We do not read poetry anymore, We read wars, The ugliest of the prevalent thoughts there is, It is to shade those thoughts as your own that underlie apathy, I haven't known much of it, Except that it breeds more in the stagnant mere, Reading the newspaper, the last thing I reminiscence, Not a happy story I recall, neither with much fancy I do, The decimation of once a pacific land some decades ago, The annihilation of its innocent inhabitants,...


  • Tanya Singh

    "Let me sing a song for you, Let it not be our last." That is my poetry.


    Member since June 30, 2016


    Age 17 • 6 Posts