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Soooo I wrote a poem on Bulbbul
I'm the woman who burnt herself in her own rage's flames,
The one burning down love letters, only to burn her hand seeking them out from the fire back,
The one starved for touch yet
The one who stings if you're near.
I'm that woman whose love you snapped away,
The one whose blood is on your dagger,
The one whose skin's bruised because she fell down the stairs,
the one whom you drove mad.
I'm that woman with kohl eyes, and
Ruby red lips,
The tragedy they pity,
The one no one suspects,
The one, who killed.
My brother never touches his cricket bat with his feet. It will anger the gods within it, he says. The goalkeeper of my football team kisses the goalpost before the beginning of a match, a silent prayer to the deity within. My sister never puts her paintbrushes on the floor and my father holds his stethoscope with unmatched devotion. You see, the gods are what you want them to be, where you want them to be. In your mother’s lap, in your best friend’s hug, in the coffee you are almost addicted to, in the equipments of the gym you love working out in or in the books you bought but will never read. The gods are wherever you want them to be. The gods are wherever you need them to be.