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The Literary Review

Issue 10           Page 31

Divergent

I’m unique like a snowflake, unique and utterly different from you in

all aspects. Like the stands of the DNA intermingled together

to create a unique me.

Walking this earth for eons and spanning the length and breadth of this

magical kingdom.I’m distinct. All the slender lines on the tip of my finger

will create a map, a unique map different from yours.

I may stem from you from the same genetic pool,

but I have different features and different habits.

A different me, a different you.

Churned out from the same concoction, if you really believe,

we all are parts of the same stardust, mixed and rolled

with varied proportions.

We are divergent but we are together as one.

I might be diverse in myriad ways but the truth is simple as a poem.

Men differ in their virtues if any, but they are alike in their vices.

© Jadina Lilie: A Rose in Winter

Erasure

Thoughts of you are stitching an afternoon for me

longing for you has shred it into pieces—

Silence has morphed and shaped itself around me

embracing me like your strong arms

Constant buzzing of the fly

trapped between the thin wire screen

Shattered mercilessly by this boisterous gale

that has left this room in despair

How much of you has been erased from my memory already?

Who can possibly measure that?

Time itself becomes indecipherable for me

and I’m losing you by the minute

A pale yellow stock of photos thinning

with every passing minute

Saved as the triggers in my chequered box

my doctors want me to visit them as a memory exercise

A bluebird trills its morning song next to my window

a tune that I fondly remember and hum along

I see yourself in me—

standing in front of the mirror

Like a fogged memory,

waiting for thick warm hands of yours 

to come and dust off the chequered box, again.

Need::Want

Hold the life with both of your sweaty palms

till it stops wriggling and warms up to you

Hold it tightly so it doesn’t fall like a fistful of sand

slipping between the cracks

Tell life loudly in its ears, you want it

more than it can ever imagine.

Tell life, you have waited too long now to be left

alone and you know the taste of loneliness.

That sour taste of the curdled milk left on your kitchen countertop

Tell life, it’s not too late cause there is always a warm nook in everybody

Tell life, that you are hungry and craving for just a fleeting touch

like a lover meeting you after a decade and you lock gaze with him 

for a fleeting moment to unabashedly declare love you have been hiding

for so long, to declare it boisterously that you don’t want him, you need him.

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