UPASANA BHARADWAJ - POEMS

Upasana Bharadwaj from Guwahati, India is an aspiring lawyer who loves playing with words as an escape from the concrete jungle. Her thoughts and emotions flows through her pen. She writes blogs, stories, poems with a few publications online. 

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​You say, We are shaped for you 
I say, We are shaped of waves, honey and spicy peppers, not to slake your thirst. 
You say, We are Weak 
I say, We bleed 5days everymonth, with a smile 
Now you understand. 
 
We too wished to be set free 
To breathe in peace 
To enjoy the nightlife 
Just as you do, 
But your mind don't let us 
As you say, our clothes are shrinking 
I say, your mind is.
Just the other day,
the half-naked priest in the temple got offended by her sleeveless blouse.
 
You call us to be objects, 
I call us Strong, Smart, Sensual, Caring, Giving, Survival, Tolerant and Powerful.
Laying there naked 
Tired and in tears,
You made her fluent in silence 
... and she stopped believing in fairy tales and happy endings.
I say, Chin up and Straighten your Crown 
We rule the World. 
I say again, We are Goddesses 
have you forgotten it? 
 

TONIGHT
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​On a canvas of a dark winter's night,
I sat sipping my hot-cold favourite black coffee,
Gazing high up to the mysterious dark silk blanket sprinkled with silver and white
... and my heart awes in amaze. 
 
Deep in the silence, 
Just me and the sparkling diamonds in the sky,
Having a silent conversation 
On all sorts of thoughts that gathers the mind in the quiet still hours
Yes those "2 am thoughts".
 
And just then the lustrous moonbeams
makes its way through the window, 
Opening boxes of stored memories, 
shelves of shared laughter
and giving a spark of hope to those blurred drug of dreams.
Gazing in awe, I drown into my sleep, 
with a wonderful feeling.

DISTANCE
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​My hot, now turned bitter cup of coffee slipped off my grip, 
to know that a thin pan of glass sits between you and me
pretending to cover up the miles between us in its thin layers.
The distance is out of our control 
As we don't meet with touches and hugs
It's just felt with distances and feelings.
Besides being trapped in this film system physical distance 
You're always here with me,
As you flow endlessly through my pension scribbling a beautiful poetry..
that revels you tightly to me,
Just like a writer and his poetry can never fall apart.

BROWN EYES 
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​Brown eyes! They say it's common,
But the moment he holds my gaze for a while, they pulled me in,
Capturing my attention,  drowning I'm it's sheer force
In those swirling chocolate eyes of his.
 
It's like the rock against the shore that destroys the ship,
Or it's just like leathers, which have matched his though attitude.
Sometimes they sings, a sweet melody 
wrapping me around in it's warm brown blanket.
 
Brown eyes! They say it's common, 
But she knows, just one glance into his striking crisp eyes..
She would be lost-doomed for all Eternity.
Realising his fierce dusky brown with flecks of gold danced within the deep swirls of cocoa..
Making them appear to have a mystery hidden inside waiting to be discovered.