[Note from Frolic: We’re so excited to welcome poet Shrutee Choudhary back to the site. She’s sharing more of her breathtaking modern love poems with us!]
1)
I’m not mad, you know?Â
People communicate with gods unseenÂ
all the time, all in the name of
faith
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so I haven’t seen you
for all I know, even our shadows
could not have met
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and yet — when the nightÂ
stretches its arms, I feel a tug
on my own body
as if parts of me are tied to
an invisible string
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and the string is tied
to youÂ
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so when the sunlight cups my faceÂ
I search for youÂ
almost every daylight
all in the name of
love.
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2)
We began to make sense
like refrigerator magnet poetry
and that’s how I knew
that your crescent moon smile
would hold me captive
that someday, I would immerseÂ
into your ocean skinÂ
and that night when I finally kiss
your sea salt lips, laced with tears
I will know the taste of love.
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3)
it took me a whileÂ
to understand
you were the kind of dream
that would never take off fromÂ
my pillow
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you’d leave me, as soon as I’d leave my bed
so I slept for longer hours insteadÂ
making the most of our time
in this twisted perception of mine
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pushing the limits of my elastic heartÂ
until it finally brokeÂ
and I couldn’t even findÂ
the misplaced half.
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4)
a mistletoe hovers
over two lovers
in DecemberÂ
a kiss to rememberÂ
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body to body
soul to soul
love sculpts
humans enfold
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life is a pottery class
we break our hearts
but in the end, we learn
we aren’t supposed to be aloneÂ
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the 306 bones in my body
have missed you for seven months
if I could measure the aching of my heart
on a scale, I’d say infiniteÂ
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a mistletoe hovers again
it’s a december bane
I can feel my disheveled atoms
and yours, prancing towards
each other
on all foursÂ
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then again, it’s that time
of the year
hold on for a few more days
my dear
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5)
at 4 am i think of when my bed sheet was a puddle of blood and you were not on my speed dial
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pain isn’t pain when it is all you feel, then it is normalcy and i have been hurting for too longÂ
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existence is for the living so maybe i am in a purgatorial parallel world, where the split second in which i don’t ache, is the worst part of being.Â
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and at 4:10, i think of when i was a branch unbentÂ
how fleeting time is and all it holds
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the photographs i make are remnants of a past, a return to your arms
the scent of your body is yesterday
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but it still lingers. and on most evenings i think of when your scent was tomorrow laced with undertones of hope.
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most nights i think of forgotten things which rest now in the ocean of my own making. they tell me i spend too much time looking back but they don’t know, that is where my happiness is
and that is where you are.
About the Author:
When I’m not busy being a goofball, I like to complicate my life for a living, so I can try and uncomplicate it with words.Â
I like to travel and make pictures. I’m also an actor, so I’m really all about the stories.Â
In poetic terms,Â
I’m the wormhole between reality and fiction
I’m the rhyme and the contradiction.Â
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