Saanjh - Mohanty, Jc Swayamshree
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AFTER YOU LEFT I come back to cold bed sheets, perfectly ironed and without a single wrinkle. My feet take me to the coffee table. I work and read until I pass out. Sleep doesn't knock on my door these days. The roses that you gave me are still fresh enough in the vase and so are my wounds. In this life of what has felt like a thousand years, I realize, I have died a trillion times and lived only when you carried my corpse in your arms. I see shadows in the rainbow and the jasmine bleeds. Oreo still demands the cookies you make for her and my kitchen is weirdly neat as we no more make weird…mehr

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AFTER YOU LEFT I come back to cold bed sheets, perfectly ironed and without a single wrinkle. My feet take me to the coffee table. I work and read until I pass out. Sleep doesn't knock on my door these days. The roses that you gave me are still fresh enough in the vase and so are my wounds. In this life of what has felt like a thousand years, I realize, I have died a trillion times and lived only when you carried my corpse in your arms. I see shadows in the rainbow and the jasmine bleeds. Oreo still demands the cookies you make for her and my kitchen is weirdly neat as we no more make weird dishes out of potatos. I kiss your photo umpteen times a day and look for a hand to hold as the lost child searches for a little finger in the crowd of predators. An abandoned child is never afraid of loss, they are only afraid of the mirage that love creates.
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Honestly, it was awkward for me, to address myself as an author as I'm writing this. About myself - Well, I have done my schooling from DAV Public School, Bhubaneswar, Odisha. I have always been fascinated by the Odia culture, which made me end up with ankle bells, for the rest of my life. I truly believe "meri kavitaa hi meri pehchaan hai" and hence would love to introduce myself via my poems. The 3 year old I would never believe her 17 year old self pouring her heart out on papers. I started with shayaris in 2019 and never intended to write something that used metaphors, irony and oxymorons. Well, here we are!