unlocked


why do i live here
in this key-
holed place?

the lock always unlocked,
and grooves unmatched in their
slick gestures,

welcoming in ignorance,

the key of kinship
bearing weights.

i don’t carry bread
nor its baskets,
i remain a shadow of
5-letters,

holding my name…

— a butter-knife —

spreading relations,
consuming every morsel
of belonging.

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© Anmol Arora 2018

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For With Real Toads’ Camera / Flash 55
Also linking it up with the Poetry Pantry at PU

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where silence stays

on stilts, I walk through the haze where silence stays,
there’s a trail of blood I follow towards the night, where
words are without sound and only the shrieks are heard,
another one is hunted, another one is sighing in arms
of death which comforts better than the living can do,

a body is found in the swamp of ignorance, indifference,
his lips are sealed with a long needle of fear, a remnant
of a thread hanging by his lower lip, in an eternal wisp
of a smile, I tug at it to open, hear the words of the dead.

I ache to know what is in silence, amid the numbing noise
of an inhumane blow, of a machete, of a piercing bullet.

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I wrote a piece for the prompt at dVerse last night but careless that I am, I forgot to save it and ended up losing it. It was oddly melancholic for me because I was satisfied with my words for the first time in months. Today, I tried writing again(in long hand to minimize the risk of losing my words yet again) to raise my voice with all others at dVerse Poetics, in favour of freedom of speech and expression, and against all forms of censorship and forced silence. This piece is not a political commentary; just based on the idea of how I feel for those who dare to speak.

Image source: Low Haze at Dusk by Elaine Jones

Battered by my belief, I am whole alone

to get a glimpse of attraction,

that fickle-minded monster that

makes the days miserable, wants

to have a piece of congenial love,

how pitiful is the plight of heart

that gets scorched in the sun of

ignorance, how wretched am I

to try to take things from time

which is not mine, never was

a friend(or not) yesterday evoked me

with words such that substantiates

things I had taken not into account

“A, we always leave you alone and

you do not mind”, I am battered, lost

by the treachery of my belief, my will

to breathe the winds of the company

but tis’ not in my fates, I am frugal, whole

the way I am: plain, sane, full of disdain

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