Everyone's Poems - Namitha Varma

Tears hijacked his dreams,
fear overtook love.
In rotating ceiling fans
and rolling hips of dancers,
he searched for them both.

I sold myself to the wrong people,
the wrong people solicited my souls.
amid a flurry of wrongs,
my heart set out to claim some rights.

The blue veins shone through her fair skin,
and the knife in her hand glistened.
the brightness of the red spilled
was also never disputed.

Rheumatism, Arthritis, Blood pressure, Insomnia;
There was no ailment she was not proud of.

Dust, smoke, CO2, NO and a little oxygen.
The human is contented

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Namitha Varma is a media professional based in Mangalore, India. She is a voracious reader, a music enthusiast and an opinionated social observer. Her works have been published in Sahitya Akademi (May/June 2014), eFiction India, Coffee Shop Poems, and A Little Poetry. They can also be found on narcissistwrites.blogspot.com.