I swear I had no idea the Pankhuri who wrote like this was still alive. Welcome back.
Would you like to be the
Carrier of a world so forlorn
That every thrashing feels
A little better than the one gone
Screaming pains of a parenthood
I seem to have forgotten to lay
Open for the world to judge
About how I’ve gone astray
Numb will forever be a word
I’ve chosen to pick too carefully
It’s dimensions may beat my intelligence
But never the human heart in me.
Once I was betrayed
By words – my solace
And peace restored
Until the eyes gave away.
Will you ever apologise
For words that bled
Rivers in my eyes.
From the taps I left
open in my childhood.
Your threats were realer than you
And I realise that it’s only a few
Who have the strength to view
That one stinging truth about you.
How can libraries resemble liberation
When words are meant to trap.
I always thought dates were memory struggles
Until the day you snatched my pen away from me.
Don’t write me letters you can’t even read.
Fears are quite friendly, courage is not.