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Chloe Adams Oct 2020
You are a house I am no longer allowed access to,

My childhood home, gated.

So I scale your rotting walls,
Run along the cool grass,
The kitchen is lit apricot.

At our old yellowood table sit a
strange family.
I see the familiar scratches on the surface.
Of decades of flavour being cut into it.
Garlic, onions and wood.

How does it feel,
To be so satisfied with memory?

I'm sorry I'm not as good as you,
At letting go of precious things.
fray narte Oct 2020
oh, to live with sadness, so deep — it has started spreading;
i can feel its crushing weight: a stampede.

my trampled bones have started to resemble
wildflowers as they decay
and the soil flinches at the sight
of something so pure —
something so tainted.

behold, the lamb of god
has become the big, cruel wolf;
this is what happens to delicate things
after they're done breaking —
after they're done rotting.
this is what happens to pure things
after the sins and sacrificial rites.

behold, the lamb of god —
the scapegoat
has become the wolf

and one day, it will outrun the forest fog — spreading —
consuming.
devouring.
one day, it will outrun the howling in its chest.
one day it will outrun the ironic aching of ribs, long emptied.

oh, to be a girl and not a wolf.
to live with sadness and trampled bones.
maybe one day, i too, will outrun myself
Megha Thakur Aug 2020
कुछ कहानियाँ,
कहानियाँ ही रह जाती हैं।
न वो अधूरी होती हैं,
न वो कभी पूरी हो पाती हैं।
वो अक्सर लोगों को,
समझ नहीं आती हैं।
पर फिर भी ये कहानियाँ,
लोगों को करीब लाती हैं।
-मेघा ठाकुर
Kashish Lahrani Aug 2020
I want to learn how to live again
Not for you, but for myself
I want to erase those memories,
I’ve kept buried in my heart for so long
I want to heal,
Every single aching wound
That you caused, in the name of love
I want to set my soul free,
Burning it all down.
Megha Thakur Jul 2020
अक्सर जिन्हें खोने के नाम से ही रूह कांप उठती थी,
आज देखों अरसे बीत गए उनसे बात किए।
जिनके चेहरे से दिन की शुरुआत होती थीं,
आज शाम ढल गई बिना उनका नाम लिए।
जो सिर्फ़ अपने मतलब के लिए हमें मरने देने को तैयार थें,
आज सोचते हैं कैसे हम उनके साथ जीए।
कभी सोचा था ये उम्र भर का साथ हैं,
और रिश्ते के नाम पर वो सारे धोखे सहे जो तुमने दिये।
उन्हें खुशियाँ देकर,
सारे ग़म हमनें पियें।
खुद भी जख्मी थें हम,
मगर अपने जख्म छोड़ तेरे घाव हमने सियें।
-Megha Thakur
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