We all want
more
More of
this and more of that
Hermit crabs
and holding hands
The third
fourth and fifth
Never like
the first
No nervous
fit will ever adjust your skin
Over your
tightly bound muscles like your first
Settling
down with staple pins and blotched papers
I’ve
tried mapping you but I’m too good for myself
I think
too much
Maybe it’s
a bad thing
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I’m
scared to want you
Scared to
ask for you
Scared of
more of you
These
irrational fears can’t keep me back
Only paperclips
and swinging battens can
I still
feel like a kid
Trying out
a new candy for the first time
Yet somehow
older
Because the
world is pushing against me
Too much
crowd and rush hours abound
My ship
sets sail in the thunderstorms of Delhi
I’m just
a passerby in this heart
I live
in the lungs
Occasionally
visiting the other one
My route
follows through the heart and I see my friends in the other one
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Inspiration
strikes like lightning to me
Like an
unadvised visitor
Surprising
me in my cartoon shorts
Quick!
Before it
goes away!
Write it
down!
draw a sketch!
memorise it! kiss it! hold it!
Comfort
Massage
Coming home
Intertwined
Pull yourself
out
Warm from
showers to pajamas
movies
under blankets
munchy munch crunch munch
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