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Poetry

Running down the road…

By Anjali V Raj

I often run down the steep narrow road

Connecting the concrete outer world

To my sweet haven, hidden safe inside the

Earthen bowl painted with green elaborate designs.

I go up with joy as I run down this slope

With the wind ticking my loose hair

As it bids me adieu while rushing upwards,

And the blushing sun secretly peeking at me

Through the fine cracks between the canopies.

I feel the excitement even in my breath

As I float in the air for nano seconds

With my heart beat rising at an elated pace

Jumping up and down cheering me with joy.

I run down this uneven rigid path

Unsure of my each step on the ground

I might make my stiff perfect landing

Or I might trip and fall hurting myself

Yet I don’t fear for I am enthralled

I enjoy this silly risk I am taking

In this predesigned life I claim to be mine

Besides I am closer now, to my sanctuary.

Finally, down and down I go till I suddenly stop

Yes it is my home, I see my safe haven

Waiting with its familiar pleasant smell and

Warm welcoming smile as it senses my arrival

And I go inside leaving my insecurities behind.

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Anjali V Raj is a natural science researcher from Kerala, India. She currently works as a research assistant at ATREE, an Environmental think tank in Bangalore. She writes poems and short essays based on her thoughts cultivated from observations of nature, lifestyle and society. She started literary writing at the age of 16 and recently she has published few of her works in the Down to Earth, Café Dissensus Everyday, Borderless Journal and Times of India Reader’s Blog. Most of her poems are published in her personal blog in WordPress (Outburst of Thoughts).

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Poetry

Final Call…Sold!

By Anjali V Raj

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I am to be traded shortly…

To the best bidder at the auction

Wrapped up in shining foil

To hide my charred interior

My smile battling with disgust.

I am to be traded shortly…

Sold to the kingdom of matrimony

In exchange of earthly satisfaction

The reward for fulfilment of duty

Bestowed to them by the society

Oh… it’s far from what I gain.

My wings of thoughts will be seized

Leaving behind a mere piece of flesh

Confined within the walls darkness

Gasping dearly for a slant of light.

I will cherish the countable moments

When still having a little voice left

Until restrained with chains of duty

But what am I to do with the voice?

For they are bound to the many

Obligations and moral congregation.

My conscience and heart drifts apart

Swaying in two different direction

Both with no definite destination

Leaving me languid and senseless.

I cower at the glimpse of future

Like a child at the sight of shadows

Fiercely magnifying as I retreat away

Trying to save myself from humiliation.

Rescue me… my unknown lover

For I loathe every known mortal being

I will wait with utmost hope until

Last seconds between ‘final call’ and ‘sold’

For my redemption from this endless abyss

Or convince me… my beliefs are at wrong

Else I will be claimed by moral depravity.

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Anjali V Raj is a natural science researcher from Kerala, India. She currently works as a research assistant at ATREE, an Environmental think tank in Bangalore. She writes poems and short essays based on her thoughts cultivated from observations of nature, lifestyle and society. She started literary writing at the age of 16 and recently she has published few of her works in the Down to Earth, Café Dissensus Everyday and Times of India Reader’s Blog. Most of her poems are published in her personal blog in WordPress (Outburst of Thoughts).

PLEASE NOTE: ARTICLES CAN ONLY BE REPRODUCED IN OTHER SITES WITH DUE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO BORDERLESS JOURNAL.