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  • dipalirana 20w

    Purani Delhi in a breath

    In the old and thin galiya
    Of Chandni Chowk
    Holding onto my friend’s arms
    To not get lost in the rainbow-
    Coloured lawns of this old city
    I think I hold onto her
    Holding me

    Going closer to read through Ghalib’s
    Original manuscript, some pattern of that universal poetry
    The glass protecting his verses
    Reflected my friend’s shadow
    In my unshackled heart

    In Chandni Chowk
    You lose your reasonable mind
    But the heart finds its way

    In the hot galiya of Chandni Chowk
    You wait for the Chand to ease your thirst

    The sky comes down
    Falling in the ground
    People lose their mind
    And hearts thrive

    Friendships rest in these old galiyas’
    Of Chandni Chowk
    Arms hold onto the past
    Past holds the Chandni together
    ©dipalirana

  • dipalirana 20w

    Ring

    Call me back
    I want to sleep
    In the cold wind
    And cuddle in your scent

    I want to go back
    In the depths of your roots
    In the firsts of your days
    And add my name in the wet concrete
    Like those paws in the old grey brick

    Say you will call
    When I sleep tonight
    And ask me
    To rejoin?
    I will say yes
    And so long sleep
    And we will be together
    .
    .
    .
    I hope to call you
    But I see you there happy
    In the transience
    I feel you through the cold wind,
    Love you bestow to a cat
    I see you live
    In your dreams

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  • dipalirana 21w

    I was asked to write something on gender
    And since I can think as well on mine
    Let it be
    I am strange
    I see myself, persistently
    Gaze of the passers by
    Transient as it may
    Makes me change my outward lens look innate
    At the disheveled hair and the covered skin,
    I look at myself from someone else’s lens.
    Here, it’s not the gender of my looker concerning me
    The gaze are all the same ;
    Growing up, I realised
    Your smile is the way to connect
    To a stranger you might never recollect
    Now, I see my shadow clear in eyes
    That look as dead as amber leaves lying barren in the month of solemn March
    And lock them inside the antique shelves of my throbbing heart;
    Once in a full room
    You see a pair of dead eyes
    Connect through the miles in between
    And smile then
    To hold each other together
    In this hushed world of loud winds

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    Hushed world/loud winds

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  • dipalirana 21w

    Do you see or I see?

    I think you feel a lot of things simultaneously. You feel pain and forget the possibilities of the world around, you see the world and think it’s the perfect distraction. But they’re also thoughts. As I sat looking at actual pain of others and feeling my own, I couldn’t hold back my tears. And the only way I didn’t burst into a bundle of dried candles soaking the heat of my body, was by reminding myself your pain is not only yours. The guilt of ruining good times, the few days of respite and peace, by sickness, scares me now. But when you lie there among others, weak, and bare you feel ordinary. I am realising ordinary is not bad, either you see the pattern in the whiteness of your home walls, or the darkness of the night seeping through your closed eyes. I see others and smile, trusting the lines, the drooping symmetry of my eyes to convey affection.
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  • dipalirana 21w

    Scared of being taken care of
    Looked after
    Tears seep through, and glasses misted
    I enumerate my bodily chasm
    My saviour listen and document,
    And leave
    I look around
    The hidden loss of human kind
    And feel as if I belong
    My weak heart isn’t special
    This place takes my blood
    And encroach fluids unknown
    I breath in the battlefield of fear and progress
    I marvel at the wonder that is human being
    Those that succumb to pain and wail
    And those like me, who accept their fate in suppressed angst

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  • dipalirana 22w

    Ode to dilli

    Freedom
    No I can be gone here too
    Yes it’s the same Delhi
    Yet freedom
    To fail
    To look over your curves
    For a second
    To breath in the air of freedom
    To say wrong things
    Slip your tongue or stay quite for long time
    Freedom

  • dipalirana 22w

    Dead people
    Come meet me
    I am not crazy
    I am alive

  • dipalirana 22w

    I scream
    It’s frustrating
    To be here
    Alive
    Mute and to know
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  • dipalirana 22w

    Writing was all I knew
    I didn’t meant to rhyme
    It was my mind that drew
    How I felt
    Was not known
    Only the songs of my mind
    Screamed through
    After a while
    My body came and grabbed my hands
    to grip tightly on the words for they made me feel



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  • dipalirana 23w

    Undone

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    What happened on Women’s day

    Most days I don’t know how to react. Like today.
    How do you react when flowers are thrown at you? by kids?
    You feel special.
    As if you are the child again.
    But how does a child react?
    By affirming, by leaving everything, and flying.
    The petals of gold were thrown, when I was looking at concrete,
    When I was moving, and the kids were playing;
    When I was lost, while they were together.
    I looked at the small intruders
    And they knew I was lost, more so than them,
    they felt that the shower of summer would bring light to my unknown path,
    if only they knew I’d be more lost,
    They’d probably just laugh and seek someone else,
    Someone special.
    but they chose me first
    ©dipalirana