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Category: Poetry

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    Apathy covers my heart
    like a shell I can’t break
    like a forcefield no superhero could have placed

    Or maybe it is one,
    One of those sad-sack types,
    that has turned off ze empathy switch.

    Feelings — like a sore in the mouth
    that your tongue constantly irritates
    -an etched reminder

    Of mistakes, mischances, mis-words
    played over and over again
    Just like that accidental bite

    At the sore spot
    Drawing blood
    And doing it again

    But not accidentally anymore
    Till that forcefield comes
    And everything glazes over

    Over
    Over
    Over

  • A writer #SherylPuthur

    Soft sunlight

    Sheets of paper

    Warm coffee

    And a smudgy pencil

    – it makes my day.

     

    I scribble I doodle

    I fill the pages.

    I sip the coffee

    and bite into the chocolate

    – the crushed cocoa melts.

     

    I wonder I dream

    I illustrate the scenes.

    My characters move

    they breathe, they feel

    – I am their God, I hold their strings.

     

    I’m not heartless

    or withdrawn.

    I’m involved, I feel

    They feel what I feel

    – A literary mirror to me.

     

    I write I read

    I cut I erase

    I experience a world

    far brighter than mine

    – A portal to another life.

  • I used to think my soulmate would be someone #SherylPuthur

    I used to think my soulmate would be someone

    who doesn’t like chocolates.

    But I have now realised, my soulmate

    Will be the one who will eat the piece of chocolate

    I mentally claimed

    and then laugh uproariously at my expense.

    And when I am close to tears, after having raged in impotent fury,

    will comfort me with hugs and warm chocolate breath