Through Breathless, I capture fleeting moments of desire and intimacy, weaving cosmic and everyday imagery. These micro-poems are tiny jolts of electricity, meant to be felt when words fail and emotions can’t betray us.
CURBING HUNGER
desire tearing
through my clothes.
at midnight,
when i said i wanted
a snack,
i was really looking at
you.
REGRET’S GRAVITY
wish i never
looked up
from the dumbbells
that morning.
now your name
is a habit,
like extra sugar
in my cold chai —
sweet, useless,
and impossible to quit.
INVISIBLE
here i am
your invisible reflection
in my eyes,
not letting them shut.
only one good thing
about this longing —
reminds me
I’m still breathing…
THE ELEVATOR
elevator doors close.
just us.
you step closer —
you don’t press
the buttons i’m waiting for.
but we both know
how close we came
to burning the whole building down.
MY CONSTELLATIONS
this grass feels cool on my back,
unlike
your shoulder brushing mine,
humid and sweaty.
the moon pulls tides in our blood,
makes me aware of its distance
and
your nearness.
shall i trace constellations on you
and connect these freckles
like those stars
no one’s ever dared to touch?
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
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