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That night – Napowrimo Day 9

That night
Your words were more honest
Than they had been in a long while
Not laced with the lies 
Your tongue had become accustomed to…
Caged Inhibitions of your heart erupted
Like mount Vesuvius
Drowning me
In the hot lava that poured out of your lips
Words you withheld with years of constraints
Words that I had always known in my heart
More pure than any drop of “ganga jal” or any holy water…
But then they said, ” it was just the whiskey talking.”

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inspired by a poetry prompt for #Napowrimo Day 9

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When he smiled…

He smiled in his sleep,
and her heart skipped a beat…
after hours of cradling,
and singing lullabies offbeat,
to a crying little human,
who didn’t want to sleep…
shook his rattle,
louder than his shriek,
while playing hide and go seek,
who threw up on her arm,
after his meal
and babbled as though
he could speak…
During his bath,
A moment she wished she could steal,
And store away…
Just like now, when he smiled in his sleep.

 

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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