Author: Neha
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The Bay Window
Like a graceful swan’s neck,it stands in an arch of white A clear centrepiece,a strong witness I could get used to seeing the world one sill at a time,bordered with white trim If it could talk,how it’d delight a crowd!The stories ofour bay window. It’d tell you about evening chaiand produce bits of Aloo Bhujia…
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The Transient Interactions
I try to hide it, but stairs always wind me.I climbed the stairs to where you were.Wiping the traces of sweat from my face,I saw your silhouette. Transiently, we existeda shared decision bringing us together.And almost robotically, we left.So easily, and so cleanly. Each meeting is like crossing through a doorframe.When we enter, maybe we…
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The Road
Smooth cuts through chaos, forming gridlines and namesakes. From prompts to cross, to doorways to heartache. The string to a beaded necklace, the steps to a staircase. How metaphorically endless, These retraceable paths, to never efface Imbibed with life during the day In the night, melancholic and foreign. As a journey, a giant clique With…