Lonely Roads #2: Migration

On the bus again. 

Solitude beckons.

Heartache shared.

I’ve screamed. I’ve cried. I’ve left.

I’ve hurt. I’ve breathed. I’ve let go.

So many regrets

Live inside the place

Where Hope should have thrived.

I am human.

I’ve made mistakes.

This bus ride

Is not one of them.

For weeks I’ve listened and watched

The Canada geese fly south.

Migration.

Homeward bound.

Eminent.

Wings spread in formation 

Sure of their path

And their place

In the grand scheme of Life.

The first and the last

Equally important

For the survival of all.

Bound by nature.

By familial bonds.

By something

That has no word in English.

But as much apart of them

As their regal crowns.

As I boarded the bus

I found a feather.

Tucked it in my pocket

And wished to belong to something 

That has no word in English.

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Contextual

The words

Are written

Unspoken.

Etched deep

In every curve

And shadow

Of my body.

Asleep.

And awake.

Inside.

And out.

Awaiting a reverent discourse.

Can you read me?

Feel me?

Comprehend

These words

You can’t hear me saying?

Trapped in the silence

A prisoner of my skin?

The need is barely restrained.

New Find, Indira

When You Fall In Love With A Poet

Author: Indira Reddy/Medium

Fall for a poet and she will spend hours thinking about the elbow that grazes her as you stroll hand in hand.

She will spend eons trying to capture in words, the look on your face as her hands trail down your body.

She will write pages on your hair; the way it drops right after you run. The perfect tousled look in the early sun.

She will notice the half-smile that threatens to break out during rom-coms. Despite a steady disavowal of such fare.

She will watch those dark curling lashes lying like a soft wave on smooth skin. Geometric perfection on imperfect human.

She will observe the way your body moves, your face emotes, your hands speak, your voice feels and your touch sings. And write a poem or a hundred, on you.

So, be prepared to see yourself.

When you fall in love with a poet.

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I absolutely loved this at first read. The editor in me would change a few things lol, but the poet in me releases the critic. Well done, Indira. ❤️