Familiarity Like The Back Of My Hand,
Familiarity like the back of my hand,
to foreignness like a distant country.
A long path.
A quick journey.
-Vanshika Singh
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There were times in life, when,
I've been broken, and I've been bare
and like you promised, to be by my side always
your thoughts defiantly, have always been there.
Vanshika Singh
We were scared of the ruins,
of our homes, so pretty.
You are the victim on the run,
I am the abandoned city.
I've been a stubborn snowflake,
and caused chills wherever I fell,
on whoever I fell upon.
I've been the white snow,
a sight for sore eyes,
but a curse for someone stuck.
I've been a vicious hailstorm,
wrecking trees in array,
disastrous on my way.
I have been winter,
had nothing warm to give,
My sun, however, ain't absent,
it lingers behind the house I live.
BEEN WINTER- Vanshika Singh
May I write you then?
on this miserable paper,
and give all of me into my first attempt,
to make you eternal?
They say
this is what poets do.
Give life to the dead.
Not in a way that they start breathing again,
But in a way that the world starts breathing them.