Thursday 24 November 2022

Aishwarya Vedula, Poetry 2022 Shortlist

 Soul in the Shower

The last time I showered,

I fancied the art of falling in love… again.

As if, 13 broken poetries woven into one.

I could not differentiate between my tears and the droplets.

Perhaps, the only space where I can

let my emotions drain

with the fragranced soap water, 

which covered the odour of my past.

I wish my towel could be capable of soaking,

all the scars that you gave me.

The ones my body got imprinted with.

I just lay here, like the towel in a lightless bathroom.

All these emotions cherishing and sailing.

Our differences still haunt me,

like a cliff with no railings.

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