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Shahanaz M Meera

• Herausgeber: Pencil
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Seitenzahl: 65

Beschreibung

About the book:
LOVE, GLASS DOORS and ... RAINBOWS They both have traveled from the stages of being caged to stretching their wings out, from being suppressed to emerging into who they are, from being told a love like this would never last to love is never wrong. One cut down his wings so the other could fly, a sacrifice for the same colored love. Both didn't know how to un-fall in love, they turned to be completely paralyzed in loneliness, no more arms around each other's shoulders, always a distance between, it grew, intensionally it was meant to be grown even when none of them wanted it that way. Will they be able to survive the already written standards of the society, will they be able to recall what love once was, and will they be able to reunite?
About the author:
Shahanaz M Meera is an author who grew up on the Southern side of India. Growing up, she was captivated by Cricket, this interest led to some early exposure to reading since she was drawn to stories related to Cricket. A certain interest in poetry arose by the time around 2017 when she used to scribble random poems out of nowhere and this led to a constructive phase in her poetry. A Software Engineer at the moment, writing poems turned out to be a passion upon which she is trying to succeed. Recently, her first-ever poetry collection named TORN got published which is indeed the beginning of a milestone ahead.

Leseprobe

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Authorbiography

ShahanazMMeeragrewupintheSouthernsideofIndia,Growingup,shewascaptivatedwithCricket,thisinterestledtosomeearlyexposuretoreadingsinceshewasdrawntostoriesrelatedtoCricket.Acertaininterestinpoetryarosebythetimearound2017whensheusedtoscribblerandompoemsoutofnowhereandthisledtoaconstructivephaseinherpoetry.ASoftwareEngineeratthemoment,writingpoemsturnedouttobeapassionuponwhichsheistryingtosucceed.Recently,herfirst-everpoetrycollectionnamedTORNgotpublishedwhichisindeedthebeginningofamilestoneahead.

Contents

IfLonelinessHadaNAME

IntheSAMEPAGE

BirthdayCake

ChristmasEve

NewYearNeverCame

ForallthedriedupTEARS

ToBeginAGAIN

HoldYOUnear

Let'sNotBREAKAPART

YoUandMe

WhatYouLOVED

LostInYOU

SteppingOut

IfYouDON'TLOVEMe

I'MSORRY

FOREVERIsNotReal

ColdnessInLOVE

AllYouDidWasSAVEME

IsItTooHIGH

3AM

It'sBETWEENus

AllthePLACESTOGETHER

YourEYES

WeWillSurvive

AreWeEnough

ToLOVEandtoNEVERLetGo

TheWorldWillKnow

HOME

Epigraph

"Lovehimandlethimloveyou.Doyouthinkanythingelseunderheavenreallymatters?”–JamesBaldwin

Preface

"You toldmeofthestarsandtherainbow,I'mheresomewhereafarfromthegroundsearchingforyouinthecrowds, Icannotfind,theselightsblindedmyvision,theseheightstookofftheladder,howwillIcomedown,willthereeverbeachance?.Pleasesearchformeandfindme,thislifeit'snotallit'scrackeduptobe"

Acknowledgements

Idecidedtotryandwriteabookabouttwoindividualswhodirectlyorindirectlychangedmanypeople'slivestimeafterIgottoknowthembetter.Therewerealreadyaconsiderablenumberofbookswrittenforthem,butyetapoetrycollectionwasneverthere.Iaskedmyselfthisquestionacoupleoftimesandalwaysendedupgivinga,yes,probablythisneedstobedone.IhavelearnedabouttheirlifealittlemorethanIalreadyknew,read,andwatched.Itpaintedmeapicturethatwasn'talreadythere.Ihavehadsuggestionsonhowtoimprovethebook,andhowtomakeitsoundlikeastory,alife,andgiveitlife.Mostofthem,I'vewrittenwithapaperandapen,inacalmandquietplacesothatIcouldreallyindulgeinwhatIreallywanted.Ittookmealotoftimetodevelopthestoryline,itstartedoffwithdrawingsomerandompicturesandarrangingthem,sotheywouldmakesense.I'mverygratefultomysisterSherminaMMeerafortheconstantsupportshehasbeengivingmefromtheverybeginning.I'mverythankfultoallthoselovelypeoplewhoreadmypreviousworkandallthosewhogavefeedbackonit.Icanguaranteeyouthat,thisisdeeperandonceyoustartreading,youwillfeelitinyourchest.

ShahanazMMeera

IfLonelinessHadaNAME

TheSeptembernightshavebeenstarry blazed intheravendarkness holding theveilabovelikeapicture-perfectmemoryfromthepast, transparent theskyhasbeen,showingmethecounts I'll neverbeabletocountdown.

Thebreezewalkedpastme,tellingmetofollow what isleftbehind,thegaleIhadinme whispered "it'stime,it'sbeenlong"

Ilookedoutthewindow like thesunpeekingoutoftheclouds

Icannotpretendtohavenotseen"us" invisible aside,stillvisibletoall. inaudible toonlyus,stillaudibletoall. We walkedaway,handsapart,eyesonthehorizon,

promisingwithoutapromise. It's safe,nottorevisit we bothguaranteedtomute, it wentfromasafeplacetothescariest.

Iflonelinesshadaname,I'dhavecalledit by whatthisis,youalwayssayitiswhatitis. I pickthephoneattimes remembering nottodialitagain, We werewronginthisbattle none ofuswerequalifiedenoughtosay " Iwon",wewaitedforthe"We"or"Us" which wascrossedbytheink of "let'sgiveitatime",andtheclockisdead It's stillpausedonthemomentweleft

I'msearchingforthesun to followtheshadow,totellme where thehourhandshouldbe.

Whenindarkness,Ifollowedthenoon that justfadedaway,it'sreachingtomorrow,

Iknowyouwon'tforget. It's theloneliesttwenty-eighth I've everbeento,Icannothearyou screaming fromthenextdoor, or atleastthroughthephonecall.

"Itwould'vebeeneasiertoignoreifitwasnotyouandnotme.Thisnumberwouldn'tbeonourchartsifthiswasn'tforus.Imissthecolorsinyou,howyousimplifiedtheaffectionwithjustasmile,hidingbehindyourwords.I'mstaringintothisdisplay, dreamingofansweringthecall,I'mnotmakingitsoisyou.Arewetired!!Shouldweletgo?"

IntheSAMEPAGE

Heisgettingthinnerthesedays there isawound,spreadingthrougheverynerve that Icannotheal. Sleep, heisnotfindingit,

avoidingitinallpossibleways.

Heisnothungry,eyesareweteveryday,

stillnotpouring. The rushofbloodhasn'tsteadied,

it'sstillonthehightide. If thereissomethingheneedstoutter,

thattoonevercameout.

Convergingthedaysintothisphase,

countingdownthedays as ifthereisnochange, I'm hopinghewouldbeopen so Icanplacemyarmsonhischest

andtellhimtobestrong

"Listentomeboo,youneedtostaystrong"

Hewasthestartomysky the depthofmyocean,

thehilltopofmyexpectations.

Iwasknittingthisstoryonce,

thethreadisbrokennow,

I'mtryingtotieittogether,

butIcan't.I'mnotstrongenoughlikehesaid,

thereisnotenoughspacetoletyouintothis.

I'llsurvivethisalone,leaveanoteonthedoor,

I'llreaditwhenit'slonggone.

Fire,it'sburninginmychest,

thereisonlyonethought,andIcannotthinkitthrough.

MaybeI'llsurvive,maybenot.

Iwon'taskforahandtohold,

let'sgiveitatimeasIsaid.

Theskyiscloudy,it'sdarkeningdaybyday.

Ihaven'tseenthesunrise,

thesunhasn'tcomeupthesedays,

forme,it'sallrainyandIdon'tseeaseasonalchange.

Hungerdoesn'tbothermeanymore,

neitherthesleepnorthewaking-ups.

whenthefinalnoteishere,maybeIwon'tsing...

Ihopeyouunderstand,maybenot.

"I'mnotstrong