Don't cry
Don't allow those eyes to get red and swollen
Don't let the hollow and remorse seep into your bones
Don't come to my funeral with sorrow and grief
Don't come to say goodbye
For I died months ago
Instead, come with your favourite book
And tell me about the characters
Come with a playlist of all the songs
That remind you of our years
Come with a dirty apron
And tell me about the recipe you messed up once again
Come with a bucket full of stories and words about your day
And leave with a few untold ones
Come and look at the stars with a smile
And say hello to a new me,
-Sowmya Nagory
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Small Talk over Tea
Poetry"I made it" was all she etched onto the wall with a heart breaking sigh and a heart clenching smile and she stood there among the crumbling ruins. For, she knew that she could be rebuilt from the tiniest pieces of those remains that lay scattered in...
