By Mayuri Korde
I write because I can.
No one can question me.
Because it's me,
writing myself, down.
Not being a literature student can't keep me away from ink and paper.
Isn't it ridiculous to think?
They don't judge and differentiate as unsentimental hearts,
Who thinks a mere grammatical degree can only make language beautiful or own it?
What is grammar?
A script of instructions,
Stitched with a bunch of punctuation,
hanging out with metaphors and idioms,
and subjected to objects and verbs.
What about the ashen emotions?
I'm not a writer.
I'm the story of my own.
I don't live with boundaries,
At least, not the untold me.
The words find themselves
A way back to me.
They entangled with my strings
and create the cadence
out of my lucid me.
I write because I can.
I write because I feel.
I write because I want to heal.
I am a poem with a resistance of zero ohms.
I am the beautiful world my words wander through.
I am the diary that I never had.
I am the crusty dry rose, still wrapped between pages of my untouched book.
I am the frozen teardrop on my unsent letter.
I am the drop of hope in my dark ocean of unspoken notions.
I am the scars relishing my crusade.
I am the one who knows everything but is still hidden, crescent.
I am still under the layers in wanton to breathe in the sky.
I am the dripping drop of blood, immersing in my soil.
I am the wildflower blooming in autumn, being my spring.
I am the sip of sugar in a cup of my caffeine reel.
I am the dreadful attributes
and little divine.
The burn of judgment,
are the palpitation
to me,
to my poetry.
I am the letter in a dusty old box,
inside the old shelf,
still ceasing
the words scribbled on it,
It still has the soothing smell
of my inked love,
I am the wrinkle on that
brusque parchment
that never fades.
I am the truth.
The myth.
The grief.
The joy.
The string.
The rhythm.
The heart.
The beat.
The laugh.
The music.
The love.
The hate.
The tune of the flute.
I am the moon.
The star.
The lyrical wax.
The rippling skins.
The trace.
The dust.
The memories.
And everything I can and you could not, ever.
By Mayuri Korde
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