Muskan Upadhyay
Literary Lieutenant

Humanitarian 💙

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Submitted on 04 Dec, 2021 at 09:05 AM

Nothing in this world resemble home more than your name.

Submitted on 01 Dec, 2021 at 07:32 AM

Met her. Talked. Cried. Laughed. And now I feel small and inconsequential again. Why do I do this to myself? Have I not any self respect? Anyway, the heart-burn is gone for a minute.

Submitted on 02 Oct, 2021 at 15:24 PM

And now This heart Is angry. So this heart paints itself black And decides Tonight This heart will make you jealous. This heart is broken But it will not shatter.

Submitted on 05 Sep, 2021 at 15:52 PM

...Quivering like the voice of a girl too scared to not laugh at rape jokes; and that's when the bell rang. To read full Check poem "I am a bad teacher"

Submitted on 04 Sep, 2021 at 15:20 PM

Miss me like archers with bad aim

Submitted on 31 Aug, 2021 at 13:18 PM

Remembering the last lines the bullied boy unpened- "Let the colors be neutral" On white, with pink gel pen. 

Submitted on 26 Aug, 2021 at 05:33 AM

The first thing we utter as children is the thing we end up craving for the most as adults. I think yours was help. Could've been something completely normal like dada or mama. Nobody can confirm. To read full- Check poem "It's not attractive"

Submitted on 27 Jun, 2021 at 09:19 AM

Stumbling into my safe place, the coffee shop two blocks away. I sat down in front of a napkin that someone had left behind. It read: "Ich würde mich verlassen, wenn ich könnte" I took my phone out to translate: "I would leave myself, if I could" Folding the napkin I silently mourned for a world that is sad in so many languages.

Submitted on 21 Jun, 2021 at 11:31 AM

I love you as Icarus loved the sun. I love you as Galileo loved the moon. Too Close. Too much.