Red Brick Words
Rhyme and Rhythm
What is a poem if not a song and what is a song if not a poem? And Taylor Swift is a poet, fight us on this!
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A conversation with god on the couch
“hm, will, um, everything be alright? with everyone? the world, the people, and all the problems, will we survive? ah, what do you think? i don’t know, that’s why i asked you.”
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Loneliness is a disobedient child.
“Trying to wash off the dye stain, taint of loneliness, by seeking refuge in someone else, will make you internally displaced from yourself, refugee forever.”
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Diwali Poem
Writer: Sanvi Rawat Being back home, under the warm embrace of my mother, with meals fresh and full of love, and evenings spent playing cards, makes me reevaluate just how much I appreciate this festive season, that lets me reunite with my parents, spend another day fighting with my brother, and enjoy the streets of…
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The Ocean Is Like Love
Writer: Gayatri Kapoor You can’t control love, no matter how hard you might try. You’re a victim of the ocean within us all. And the ocean cannot be restrained.
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Dusk of Goodbye
Writer: Divya Batla I don’t want this, can’t we just stay? Grow old together, find our way. Are we sinners, doomed to fall? Why must fate take it all?
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Whirlwind of Yesterday
Writer: Divya Batla it feels like yesterday And now I really miss me.
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conversations lately
Writer: Smahi Garg Conversations Lately “We can’t find the lights” “Not this year again” “I can’t figure out what to get for people” “You know you’d actually have to go somewhere to decide, right?” “Should I try making something new this year?” “It’ll always be chole bhature, dad” “We got another dinner set” “Seriously? Are…
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Diwali Poem
Writer: Sanvi Rawat Being back home, under the warm embrace of my mother, with meals fresh and full of love, and evenings spent playing cards, makes me reevaluate just how much I appreciate this festive season, that lets me reunite with my parents, spend another day fighting with my brother, and enjoy the streets of…
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My tongue is imprisoned within my jaw…
Writer: Sanjana Jijo My tongue is imprisoned within my jaw. My jaw is seized by a helpless anger . Vehement. Impotent. Perhaps irrational; excessive. I want to kill these tears. My eyes become reservoirs of water My tongue I try to imprison, To keep the traitorous Tamil That’s plotting an escape into the air outside…
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Time could heal all but we have died within the pages
i sit down for the plane ride back to my house— it is no longer my home; i am only a guest.
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