ANKITHA RAJENDRA SUBRAMANYA

Ladder.

25/8/2023

Climbed up a ladder,
Now it makes me sadder.
Thought the grass would be greener,
Now, it isn’t closer.
Now feet are getting colder,
Feels like a boulder.

People here are madder,
I don’t get the grandeur.
As they stood, they chatter,
About who is fatter.
I ask the dispatcher,
Lay me down lower.

There I shall gather,
Myself together.
For soil is what matters.
And there I shall wither.

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Moon;otonous

7/1/2023

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Reluctantly opening our hearts into the million ways it will shatter and grow into.
Sometimes it feels like walking in goo.
If I were to share with my mother, she’d say,
“I told you.”
What am I to know about the world’s gloom?
For when nights get lonely, my company has been the moon.
“It’ll be a dark night soon. What will you do then, my child?”
I shall thrive in your shadow and thank the sun.
For the day left nothing undone.
And you are not gone.
I am never alone.

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Mother Tree.

4/12/2022

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Oh, old tree,
Your branches hold me a sense of home, where I can be free.
For it lets me be,
Oh, so far! I see,
My heart feels like the sea
Tides collide against the shore
They strengthen my core.

Would you believe me if I said, "I heard an ant roar"?
Oh! A tree I wore,
On the tips of my shore,
Oh, the sea!
Let me see within me.
For abundance defines thee.
For love, the old tree swore.
Shall live forever more.

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warmth

3/12/2022

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When your head is in a fog and the nights are long,
The playlist goes on, but you can’t find the right song.
The emptiness seems to stay long.

Let me hold your head, for it trembles like a little boat on a vast ocean caught in a storm.
Maybe I could keep it a little warm.

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Ladder.

Moon;otonous

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