When My People Find Me

when i find my tribe

When my people find me I will continue to use the same words Even if they remain unfathomed. I will continue to make art Even if it remains unappreciated. I will ink a thousand papers Even if they are left to dust In a dark corner of an abandoned library. […]

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It’s You A Poem by Sidhant Saini

I I want someone Who can feel The depth of my poetic eyes Without even looking into them.   II Sometimes There are so many words In my mind Ready to burst spatter outside. Sometimes There is just emptiness. Not distress, not pain, not quietude Just emptiness. Like the sky on […]

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Illusions

Photo of a tree

I ignited the furnace That was me. And a final luminous glow was born Of the dying fire. It burnt strongest at the broken cracks, The dry wounds Where the fire couldn’t reach at first But the damp patches were now parched. I was as if a Phoenix Trying to […]

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