Poems from guptakansha4899

Poetry Writer, Student and Blogger- Not always in that order.
I talk to myself In steamed-up mirrors towel tied tightly to chest with an earnest expression plastered on my face and hands waving in...
The odours and smell assault me first.  Fried fat, sticky sweets and over piqued thirst. Energetically wrapped in fest and jest,  Of...
I am the opposite of amnesia, Because I remember with impressive intensity, Because I remember with intimidating alacrity, Memories under...
In your anger, you're glorious. Metaphoric muscles flexing. Jaw popping.And through it all- Your eyes burning.    In your anger, you're...
You're nothing but the mushed, crushed pulpof bloated, water-logged trees past help,Pressed into thin sheaves that whinge and yelp,Black...

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