love

Not Ready For Love

Photography by Charlotte Clara

The invisible buzz of electricity
between two arms,
A big red balloon tied to the wrists
of a lost woman,
Questions lied up in infinite lines,
Oh, I’m sorry, I ran out of answers.
Singers have lost all their voices,
The writers have lost all the words,
only silence remains, when the sun sets,
I try to smile but I still can’t forget anything,
Oh, I’m sorry, I have too many deadlines.
I have an early morning schedule,
and nightmares sleeping in my wide eyes,

 


There is a light in every dark place of the room,
except where I stand and say goodbye,

Oh, I’m sorry, but I’m always leaving you behind. 

Hey, did you see me yesterday?
I looked so much like I did before,
Now, I’m just the person I saw in the mirror
at the beginning of the new year,
Looking back at me with dry lips,
Oh, I’m sorry, I’m too shy to fall in love this time.

 

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Oshin Ahlawat is a young poet and writer based in New Delhi, India. “I believe people who write are like tornados and cyclones. We wreck a lot of lives; for better or worse. It all depends on the people who read our work. They decide where the damage is going to be; the heart or the mind and whether it’s going to be for the good or for worse. I wish to give them the choice to decide that. I’m just going to focus on doing what I want”, she says. 

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