This is Harnidh’s beautiful writing as a gift to me on my birthday which was 17th September.

She is an amazing poet and an even more brilliant human being. Catch her on twitter @Pedestrianpoet.

Originally posted on ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning):

The first time I saw you,
I felt like I do on stage,
when I get up, with a new poem
in hand, and offer it to an audience
that expects much out of me,
and demands payments
for the gazes it grants, and it is
that thrill that rushed through
my bones, sparklers glittering
in my bloodstream, little
gunpowder fuelled fireflies,
floating through my heart,
down into my brain,
and up into the tips of my
I swear I could feel my fingertips
glow, glow red with heat,
and want and need, and
the flames spread through
my cheeks and chest, as I
stood there, probably looking like
a gulmohar tree in bloom,
the fire of the forest mirroring
the fire in me, and you were
kindling, dried twigs and brushwood,
the wind pushing me closer to you-
ninety percent of forest fires
are caused by human callousness,

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Constructions and doors.

As the demolition crew comes near
Hold your breath
Let the walls crumble one by one.
Let the rooftop come crashing down
Let it rain splinters around you

Sit on the grass cross legged.
In your best Sunday dress.
And watch every second of it.

Don’t mourn the stained glass window
Don’t mourn the pictures on the mantlepiece.
Don’t sigh at the remains of the living room sofa
Don’t remember the taste of the cakes of the erstwhile oven

The noises in your head will grow louder by now
And the goosebumps will make their way out on your skin
Sit still and don’t close your eyes.

No one needs to see the breaking down in parts of you.
No one needs to know that your skin feels alien now.
No one will notice that everything is gone but the door still stands.

So open that door when you’re alone.
Snuggle into the bed that remains
And then when the world sleeps peacefully
Thinking that nothing ever fazes you
Let the tears come. Let them flow.
Sing the ballads that your heart writes
Question everything and everyone.
Bite your lower lip till it bleeds

Remember to sleep
Remember to wake up
Remember to walk.

A free bird with clipped wings.

I’ve always seen feathers.
Strewn about,
Floating in the air, 
Bound to dreamcatchers,
Dangling off my own ears
And sometimes as a quill. 

For all the times they touched my face
I never thought about the birds
never wondered about their flights of fancy
While shuttling away on one of my own.

Then, one day, in the same way that sunscreen taught me,
I encountered a bird with clipped wings
It seemed to be happily hopping about.

I held it, with delicate care, and
Asked a politically incorrect question,
Just as carelessly.

‘Don’t you wish to fly?
Don’t you wish to be in the sky?’
It cocked its head,
once to the left,
And once to the right,
It looked at me intently,
And then at the chains on my feet.
And said,
‘For exactly the reason you don’t run, I don’t fly.’

I walked away with a clang,
Slow, and cumbersome,
quite like how I felt,
I looked back
to watch it looking at the sky,
Gazing at the blues and grey reflect
In the puddle it splashed in,

(The title was the trigger. The muse was amused.)


I want to explain myself away in punctuation
Maybe dress myself up in sentence constructs
Perfume myself with the remnants of poetry
And dream about the words that make my fingerprints
I am nothing but the language I speak
No more than the syllables I hum
Hoping to freeze myself in eternity
Via an idiom.

the answer.

they think questions of love have answers,
they search high and low
they scale mountains
they pray for thousands of years
they rip open hearts and search
they collect tears and analyse them
they land on the moon and walk
they go on blind treasure hunts

they think questions of love have answers
they forget,
the questions are the answers.


Meandering on that starless street
Spinning around on an axis of my own making
Looking for those chains that comfort me
The darkness was starting to feel familiar
The melancholy seeping into my bones
Death sat next to me and cafune
I fell asleep.
And I dreamt of you.
I lived my days with you.
I made a life with you.
I decorated our home.
I cooked food that you liked.
And you sat
Looking at that empty space
Next to you.

With this, I thee w(b)ed

They said his chains would never let me go anywhere
They said his darkness would make me go blind
They said his barbs will cut into my skin and leave scars
They said he was broken and my hugs couldn’t fix him.

I disrobed and stood naked in front of them then
They feasted their eyes on my disfigured soul
They marvelled at my torn breast and the pumping heart peeking out
They pawed and touched my naked thighs and tried to create a thigh gap
They licked the rivulets of blood from my arms and my forehead

And they said,
we now pronounce you man and wife
Together in happiness and strife
Locked together in a death embrace
Tear each other or live with grace

I collected my robes and went to the bed we shared
He was waiting
Because that’s what we do
Wait for each other to become unbroken and complete
And create love that we understand.