serendipity

touch my poetry

touch my poetry with messy hands and call it a poet's disaster because that's how i want it to be.

(call it grief, call it regret, call it the poet is sad here. call it pretentious, call it fake, call it why is she saying the same thing over and over again.)

touch my poetry with intoxicated hands. words slurred, eyes red. "take me to the highest heights" you will say. i will take you home . always.

(when happiness isn't enough, we trade it for numbness and when love isn't enough we trade it for make this feel good now. touch my poetry because your hands remind me of home and i have forgotten what it feels like to be this understood.)

touch my poetry. you are kind and you say my name with the sweetness of honey dripping down your lips.

(mujhey apna naam nahi patta laekin mae dhoond rahi hu. i don't know my name but i am searching for it)

touch my poetry.
(loud)
and it will touch back.
(louder)