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Author Archives: Anish Vadhavaniya
Black
Who would I be without my poetry?
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Pieces of You
Pieces of you, disparate and singular. Scattered among the clouds to drop and seed where they may, inside people. Like me. by guest author Jessica Faleiro
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Rust
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Shatterproof
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Ask me
Ask me something difficult. Not if I love you, or how. Ask me to describe the shape of it, or to trace for you the edges of the sense of it. by guest author Jessica Faleiro
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A Gift
When I stroll down memory lane,
I see myself in the playground,
I was blissful and privileged
My mum watched me from our window,
She was worried about me getting bruised,
and I was happily running around.
I laughed at the silly faces dad made,
and dipped my nose deep
in the strawberry ice-cream he brought.
I had a childhood whereas
that so many today do not.
That’s a precious gift
that I want to give others,
before I become naught.
Anish Vadhavaniya 