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A Promise

‘Mama, will I die?’ he asked me

‘No my dear. Not as long as I have you in my heart’

He held my finger and went to sleep, in peace.

.

He’s gone, but I haven’t told him so.

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They come

Kicking you in the guts

Shoving you

Down the gutter,

The grime

Jelling leisurely

Into the beacon

Of vitality,

Reminding you

Yet again

That some memories suck!

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A Jolly Good Enigma

A classic case

Of the trickle

Finding a fissure

To vent

Till the colossal hit

The conscience

Of the unassuming

The impeccable

The ennobled motherhood

The staunch feminists.

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The messy history

Of a woman

Wielding poison

In her waistband

And status

Forged

To usurp

A scathing milieu

Barely laced

Hypothetical.

.

Countless whys

Superfluous digital ink

Operating the human psyche

Possibilities creating possibilities

Newer questions

Feeble answers

Stories gone haywire

All while she sits

Concocting new rides

Into our brains

.

Celebration’s over

The local is legend

An exciting bedtime story

A palm to rest the chin

And probe

Into why she killed

Phasing out

The details

Victims

And murders.

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Nisha Arudra

Suicide

I didn’t know you till you passed away

And no more do I than I did before

You chose to leave, you chose death

when you were left with no other choice.

You lived only as much as I’m alive today

With a fervor now lost to the weakened winds

Yet I know now there are one too many

Who wish, desperately, in wrecking futility,

To turn this damn time around

And battle past that wretched moment

That sucked your life away.

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Nisha Arudra

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