I am the river in which you drain your poison. I don't complain; I flow, I flow like blood from fresh wounds. But more importantly, I feed you myself for your incestuous deaths.
Aparna, I think one of my previous comments didn't get published. I came across your writing through one of Raju's video of your poem. I hardly paid any attention to the imagery, I was so transfixed by the words. I asked your blog address to Raju, and he was not very amused that I was more impressed by your writing than his editing skills :D Anyways, glad to come across your writing. There's a painful similarity in your style and a friend who was... Hope to be in touch. (I write on a blog called 'Veruugal') - Chandni
Thank you Chandini for your kind words. It has been so long since I have come this side, and it feels so good to have a message years old waiting for you. Love
Aparna, I think one of my previous comments didn't get published. I came across your writing through one of Raju's video of your poem. I hardly paid any attention to the imagery, I was so transfixed by the words. I asked your blog address to Raju, and he was not very amused that I was more impressed by your writing than his editing skills :D Anyways, glad to come across your writing. There's a painful similarity in your style and a friend who was... Hope to be in touch. (I write on a blog called 'Veruugal')
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Thank you Chandini for your kind words. It has been so long since I have come this side, and it feels so good to have a message years old waiting for you.
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Just saw this :)
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