Like an explosion in a galaxy,
your words ricochet off the walls
They envelop me
in their alien warmth,
their poetry
And the stars between us listen in
to our spangled conversations and
your voice like metal, honey and
my voice like stardust, money
And lightyears between our bodies
How can we fill this space?
Fill it with chocolates, and potted
plants to take care of while you’re away.
I name them human names,
talk to them about you
the memories, only
torn patchwork dolls
to work through
I mend them over and over,
Estoy esperando por tu
But far you go in your spaceship
into the steadfast, blazing blue
Diya Sabharwal is a writer and programmer from New Delhi, India. She is a student of Modern School, BK where she studies Physics, Chemistry, Math, and Computer Science. Outside of class, she is the President of her school’s Writers’ Guild, an editor of the school magazine, and active member of Bits and Bytes, the school’s Computing Club. Outside of school, she is the founder of the Great Books Project, an international venture through which she hopes to spread the benefits of Literature to marginalised communities.
You can follow her on Instagram at @diyaasa_.
Comments