First

By Shubhangi Anuragi

our communication is dying

and baby, I'm so done trying

you give me reasons

but my skeptical brain thinks

"he's lying."

it's been months and you

haven't seen my weak moments

haven't seen me

crying 

my mind in solitude

runs faster than yours 

ever could

and I'm not talking wit

(well maybe)

I'm talking thoughts of you

I think of you

what you do

what you don't

what you say

what you don't

and it is outright disappointing because

in my mind,

I haven't had to go that far

the differences are-

on the surface

no digging, no tools

no looking even, you fool

so come, soothe me

soothe my mind

slow it down

draw the blinds

because I like you

but I’m not like you

and I don't understand

your simple love 

and uncomplicated brain

cut out the distance

and smile at me your

goofy smile

make me forget 

the ghosts with your kisses

and tell me all the 

irrelevant business

even though I look pathetic

to me, 

something, surely, my future self

disses

she also knows

it pays me

not in money but phrases

so make me a fool

and twirl me around 

in the clown's clothes

I’ll watch it all unfold

keenly 

and with least resistance

for the two of us

myself and

my poetry

By Shubhangi Anuragi