“Breathing Space”


Love doesn’t mean enforced encroachment
and total disregard of personal boundaries.

Spare me from the antics
That merely make me mad;
Act like a man
And allow me the tiny space
That I so want;
For, love never meant caging
And limiting the capacity
Of the one you love;
In fact, it signifies liberating
The encumbered, shattered soul–
Or, at the very least,
Permitting the other to breathe;
Because, this life is already
Filled up to the nines
With nonsensical inebriations
And presumptuous deliberations;
I don’t wish to experience such,
Even in my own little cul-de-sac
Termed quite succinctly
As “My Beloved Home”.
┬ęDiwa

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“Choices”


Here I go again, about to make a choice;
Though, it won’t ever mean I’ll leave you;
I simply need to go.

When opportunities
Knock on your door
And you’re just too confused
To forge a choice–
And I don’t desire
To leave you,
Hanging and staggering
With woe;
Yet, darling,
I’m on that swinging precipice,
About to hold back
Or about to fall;
Though, I can’t remain
Standing and static, like this;
It’s either-or again
And not neither-nor
Or even both;
I need to go
Despite the tears,
Swirling down
The blood-splattered floor.
┬ęDiwa

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