Aathisha John
Abstract Inspirational Others
Lazy, I am!
Lazy to wake,
Lazy to eat,
Lazy, to breathe.
The slug was I called
Always, till I hated
Being myself.
Slug became my strength,
Strength to be
At the top of the world.
Living to Die
Sacrificing G...
Mind Your Own...
I Never Loved...
You Are Mine,...
I'm Sorry
Silent Queen
My Feisty Lov...
Sane Anger
Bitter Cultur...
And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream
Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought
With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time Able to manage crucia... With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time A...
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of contentment. It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of c...
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the blame. The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the ...
And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night
Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked
You become the best verse I ever quoted You become the best verse I ever quoted
Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon... Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon...
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing b... My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry l...
Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see. Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see.
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache to speak with you, ye... I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache t...
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society? Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society?
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