I am so lucky. Lucky enough to find a soul willing to read my words.
Thank you Shreya for so kindly accepting my request. I am thankful I came across your voice and even more thankful for it willing to read out the lines of this silly poet.
Everyone please go read Shreya’s poetry, it is brilliant, bold and beautiful! https://shreyarvj.wordpress.com/
But please listen to her first 🙂
For now we’ll hide ourselves
In tiny shelters,
Look into each other’s eyes
And imagine greater spaces.
Where our backs won’t strike
Against the walls
And our souls aren’t hidden
Behind torn shawls.
Where we don’t need pretend
The ceiling is a sky which is peeling
and that light bulbs are stars,
dusty and fading.
Where your lips can feel the wind
And not just my breath.
Where the dampness is the rain
And not your nervous sweat.
I promise, a big promise,
That even though we find ourselves
Where only our little hearts are heard,
I will take your hand and lead you
Where our mouths can shout the words.