Independent Poem 1- Devyani




Fake Cravings

I craved
you
whisper
I love you
whispered
then my senses ran
to the helplessness
I had with
all my
lovers
in the world
of these
fake words.





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  1. Pallavi VermaApril 28, 2019 at 1:50 PM

    Hi

    It stays with me that how the whisper of "I love you" gets so normalized for the person that it almost becomes fake cravings. I am also curious to know more about the helplessness, perhaps it's nature so it comes out more vividly.

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