The Voids

like a book, I’m reading you unearthing you marveling at the enigma that’s you revering every layer I peel off you but there are times the pages are stuck together the mistake is a mystery to me I end up tearing a few trying to do it right I lose track of the story so…

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The Wait

it’s saturday evening I lie huddled in my blanket watch the raindrops beat against my windowpanes enjoy the sweet sound of solace but somewhere around there is a constant hum a sort of whisper a pleading that goes on to get up, escape to lose myself in the madness that’s this city quiet but not…

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घर घर में कैद हैं…

घर घर में कैद हैंमाँ की बेताबियाँ अनेक हैंबाबा की तन्हाईयाँ ढेर हैंदीदी के सपने सरफ़रोश हैं…*घर घर में कैद हैंख्वाहिशें बेचैन हैंदिल में रंजिशें खामोश हैंआपसी शिकवे हर रोज़ हैं…*घर घर में कैद हैंहसरतें बेख़ौफ़ हैंमनमर्ज़ियों का शोर हैबगावतों का शहर है…

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A Silly Love

that morning i was dazed the sky was downcast like a flower soon to fade i was up but not yet awake like a dried stream waiting for rain and upon my window sill a dainty nightingale came she sang and sang until I asked what she willed i had no room in my heart…

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Soulmates

the devotion in his eyes burst like a thousand stars purged within seconds the ghosts eclipsing her heart ~ her smile, the exalted shaman the light of his tired soul exorcised his demons making him pure and whole ~~~

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Micropoetry#71

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An Epiphany

You tug at your ear lobe. Once, twice. You did that as our eyes met today. When I’m alone in the clouds, I imagine you doing that. You’d said, it’s when your heart’s racing past a hundred beats , when you can’t stop it from wanting something, is when you do that. I guess to…

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Scars, like Stars…

she hides them but they peek anyway she paints them but they peel away she looks at them hard when she’s alone she relives those stories that have long gone she distances herself from the world so piercing she worries she’ll be judged reduced to mockery she aches to be sans them she longs to…

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The Way that We Are– Book Review by Asha Seth

Author: Priyam Acharya | Genre: Poetry | Pages: 196 ‘The Way that We Are’, is Priyam Acharya’s second collection of free verses. Developed and written almost entirely during the year of the pandemic, every work in the compilation offers a perspective into the vulnerable side of human beings – making us the way that we,…

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Micropoetry#65

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Forgotten…

those wiltingleaves of the treesyou have in your backyardlong to knowhow long will youleave them morose and witheringyou won’t even lookshe’d breathed life in thembut nowyou’re their familynurture them like she didlike you’d havehad she not left

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Micropoetry#64

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tell me otherwise…

on some days when the moon is hiding behind a cloud I see you through its eyes and I feel your gaze upon me on those nights I find your smell lingering in the corners of my bed when I climb in they hug me until I fall asleep you may deny it wasn’t love…

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maybe that’s why…

a piece of your heart is lost in the crevices of this heart of mine maybe that’s why I know you’re missing me wanting to hold me to caress my lips to drape your body over mine like a creeper vein running up a wall maybe that’s why I know you shed a silent tear…

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You were my drug…

you were my drug the one I was bare without the one I couldn’t stop craving and even though I knew you were drowning me I held on to you like a ship does for anchor you were my drug the one I couldn’t live without the one couldn’t breathe without and even though you…

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Micropoetry#62

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Micropoetry#61

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Micropoetry#60

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