Fear of separation

I fear

All those who love me

Shall stop

Being a part of my life

Or

Maybe

I stop being a part of theirs

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Lost poetry

“where did you go?”

I asked my poetry

“you went…

in the search of greener pastures ”

she replied…

life and death

death scares me

as does life

but

it would be a lot easier

with you by my side

It is not about feminism

you raise your voice

you disrespect me

you lose me

because

it is not about feminism

but it is all about

self respect

your love

you loved me

but

not the way

I envisioned

her avatar

a simple metal pendant

faded red lips

sun tanned skin

old sari

chipped nails

discoloured nail paint

threadbare shawl

but those eyes

looking around

for someone

who would

like her

in that avatar

no love

can you

ever

love the one

who

eons ago

bruised your body and mind