[3rd place at TPC Annual Awards 2020;
adjudged on the basis of poems 00 to 08]
"Relearning and revival,
Visions and revisions.
No more ephemeral, forever eternal."
Evolution does not occur overnight.
It occurs one mistake and one epiph...
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You once asked me, How big my heart was. I felt it beat on the left, And I placed my hand on my chest, Outstretched my fingers, To cover the wide span, And seemed content.
"If that's your heart," you'd said, "How do you fit so many people in there?"
How do I love. Ah, I wonder. When I love you, I wonder if your heart goes inside my chest, Inside my heart, making its way through the riot of emotions, And nestles in between, Nudging another heart, With an effortless ease, To make space, And get comfortable.
Or is it that, My heart is too crammed, Therefore you don't settle. You frantically look around, Hunting for the tiniest bit of space, Dilated pupils having lost the sense of direction.
I wish to make space for you. For when you walk in, Walk into my life, You walk into my heart. And I have this little space for you, A bit longer than my fingers, It exceeds the diameter of my bony cage, It mixes with the common bloodstream, Dipping its endings in warmth. They keep expanding.
Otherwise, On the other days, All I wish to do is join with you, Devour any space in between, And then caress every single crevice, Cherishing it. Maybe if I'd devour the spaces between us, My heart would remain just the same, But the little spot for you wouldn't be little anymore.
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