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home is not where the heart is. because i’ve carried it all along with me in dark pockets. and homes are not dark places. home rather is no place but just a feeling. a feeling that comes when all other feelings leave. and you’re free of anxieties you’re free of panicking. you can feel anything …

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Life

Life

If you still give when all the world has done is take from you, if you still smile when life does nothing but frown, if you are still warm to those frozen in their own predilections, I applaud you. That is heroism, that is martyrdom in a world that condemns self-sacrifice, that is true bravery—it …

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Chilai Kalan & Frozen Wishes

Chilai Kalan & Frozen Wishes

Dragging myself towards A blurred window pane, I wipe its tears. Its broken glass pane, A broken winter I see too. The outside world forms, An overcast sky so blue. Motion of life slow like, Droplets dripping from those Icicles I’ve smashed too. Its a frozen winter And I’m frozen too, But for the rest …

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Woman, You Have Power

Woman, You Have Power

There is poetry to be written about your ambiguous physicality, about the grace of your body and the abundance of your soul. You are manifested as a being of light that glides on sunbeams and tiptoes on stars – a shy, sleepless fantasy of every poetic heart. You are no less than a paradigm of …

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Lie To Me If You Will

Lie To Me If You Will

In the final breath of our story, lie to me if you will, because you will always be more than a momentary confession I will betray in the poetry that shall follow our end. © Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

Desperately Kind

Desperately Kind

And while I’d love to be your sulky sun on autumn evenings, sinking with a melody that caresses your empty pages, I’m not too desperately kind, and you certainly do not need saving. © Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

More Than You & Me

More Than You & Me

You see, the reason for my being is almost dancing on the surface of your laughter. I can taste something more than you & me on the tip of our interlaced destinies, & we are but some abstract moments hopelessly entangled in the air we breathe – indistinguishable from each other. ~ Ashka Naik | …

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I Still Can’t Find You

I Still Can’t Find You

Impossibility was a whim I could never fully understand. I used to survive these miasmic nights, and even let my fears run deep in my hands without letting them betray my abhorrence for pain. But now, I struggle to keep my blood in my veins, and my thoughts are paralyzed on the illusion of your existence. …

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Younger Than Yesterday

Younger Than Yesterday

I am sometimes lost in simple fragrances, and dissolve into stories where I am younger than yesterday, I am all that is easily forgotten and erased, and all that takes an eternity to create. ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

Even The Darkness Has Arms

Even The Darkness Has Arms

Time does not heal the pain. You tell yourself that you will never forget them, but eventually, you do. Little by little. You forget the way their voice hung in the air, when the silence drops after midnight, and you grab hold of the words they said, but they’re just a string of letters and …

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Might As Well Be Dreaming

Might As Well Be Dreaming

This time of the year, I wear heartache around my shoulders like an embrace. I can barely breathe, and my tongue presses down on tiresome cliches. I have my arms feebly wrapped around a runaway reality, and I steadily slip into the delusion that I might as well be dreaming. But they told me once, …

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