Her Writing On The Wall

I’m from books, From rows of lockers and hallways. I’m from the fully packed library during finals week. (the printer-- always getting jammed) I am from those late night study sessions, The music playlists That would never end As if we would have the night forever. I’m from the bollywood movies and mango lassi  From both India and America. I’m from “Betas”  And “Mission? Stressful huh?” From “Uncle” and “Aunty” I’m from the poojas that last the whole day The glamorous get up And the mattar paneer. I’m from Northern Fremont and Southern Fremont, Pumpkin patches and chai, From glasses that I’ve worn my entire life, And the smell of chlorine that spreads around the house. Up through all the applications and notifications Spill out old memories, Of never ending laughs And of unforgettable moments. I am from those times, Where sorrow was never seen;   The milestones of my childhood.

There are some times when The waters play an unheard rhythm, Silent and sophisticated. And all the times That I sink below The ocean seems to glow,   And, all the bubbles, to the top they go To break the serenity of the underwater oasis.

Hold onto your emotions For if anger acts Your soul is a flower in spring That cannot bloom. Hold onto your emotions For when your mind explodes Dignity is a nonexistent Like a highway with crossroads.  

When people talk about their childhood They speak as if it were an innocent child Who went out into the world and never Returned the same, and it makes me worry For the coming years, we have ahead filled with new experiences and moments, Novelty every step of the way, carefully walking on stepping stones on a pond Like a person walking on fire Burning and wincing every step of the way, then living One or two nights like everyone else With disregard to all new adventures.

All I want to know is why What occurred just as I feared, Ghosting me with no goodbye. Did you smile, or did you cry Because what you did set me to tears, And all I want to know is why. This helpless circumstance is what I wanted to deny But, why didn’t I see it when it was so clear Ghosting me with no goodbye. I saw the fog pouring into the sky. The storm awaits as you appear Because all I want to know is why. Your actions were not justified, But this guilt inside me began to sear, After ghosting me with no goodbye. I didn’t want what we had to die, So I still forgave you but became just your peer. All I wanted to know was why You ghosted me with no goodbye.

Food, how it finds its way into my mouth. People eat because they are hungry, Or emotional, Or bored. But, I, for one, do not eat for survival. I eat to eat. I spend my lunch socializing and neglecting food, So I can give it my undivided attention. As I open my lunchbag, I inhale the smell of the Indian spices, and the sweet scent of the strawberries. I scrape the remains of my food, so I can savour all the flavor. My eyes, Nose, And mouth,   All foes work together to embrace food. As I swallow every time, my soul and my body become one. Food, how it finds its way to my mouth. Goosebumps have an effect on my body. I see,  Feel,  And embrace this feeling. This beautiful aching of hunger is something I love to endure. When I’m finished, I wait, For another time when food will find its way into my mouth.