Priyanca Vaishnav (24) is a writer/editor with Corporate Communications, L&T, Mumbai. She enjoys poetry and travel(logues), yummy vegetarian food, the beach and the rains.
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To You
How many loves can you love in a night?
And how many doubts can you resolve?
It takes every ounce of flesh from your frame –
Already scaling –
Every infant’s game,
To attempt and failing.
It has few faults
For those who look hard,
And hardly any hurdles,
For those who will to jump them all.
My love, I’ve loved you once before,
That time you weren’t looking.
My love, I’ve always held your hand,
Even when you weren’t feeling,
My love – it looked from beneath
Through the periscope of time,
Biding
Until it found you forsaken to attack.
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Incisions on steeps in the den of wilderness –
Sending jitters down its spine
Or slashes on a newly-wed’s back
As if streams intertwined
Were boarding-schooled to geometry.
Will it never dawn upon our minions,
Tar-drenched,
That, straight lines by the force of hand,
Or heavy engineering,
May pave new paths for trucks to tread
Or even an engineer of a nimble head?
But it is time’s corollary,
That minds held back
Springboard to rebellion:
Witnesses turn to crime,
And of wasted power,
What do we say?
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