 A passionate writer and literature enthusiast, Arushi Singh has been experimenting with free style poetry for a few years. She is from Delhi, India, and is currently studying literature Mount Carmel College, Bangalore. She suffers from borderline personality disorder and depression and the core of much of her poetry is a fragmented set of tales about her battle with these. She dedicates much of her work to those who have the same kind of struggle and hopes they find a voice in her poetry. She can be found at – Blog- ginsberg420.wordpress.com Instagram- @voiceofatticus Twitter- @exodus1296 IN BETWEEN GRANDMOTHER In between grandmother’s scandalous stories and the little prints of thumb in between Carol’s secrets whispered and the Genesis of the long gone rum in between howl and forgotten ancient words and fickle minded dreaming sons in between sand and time and life and wine She breathed her last as a corpse trapped- in between. TWO CHAMBERS Don’t blame me I’m a wild lover of words I’d sit on my chair with two chambers in my chest And one in my gun The other hand shot bleeding blue. My love Bleeding ink for you to breathe Like smoke from my lungs DREAMLESS I wait and the purple screen with the editor’s inflatable rejection of the goddess of the red light dreams I wait and heave with the chinless smile for the open screens like poetry behind the shameless dream you seem a little tired a little cold a little dejected a little bitter let the purple blank again so you write out your next in the hopes of seeing the purple screen turn a mellow green but hey that’s life a million dreams heaving under the weight of a single scream a voice it seems a little loud it drowned a thousand it broke an angry owl a dream its life so you just turn that upside frown back down to finally see the real the dreamless dream
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