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The day of lost roses
A flower made out of flowers a rose inside of a rose a day of flowers and roses of books and kisses awkward hugs and sideward glances a dimple on the cheek, a mole on the forehead a crooked nose, an uneven jaw plentiful teeth that morph into two smiles orderly and unorderly questions are asked and answered none an arm's distance, a safe length closing doors and a train's ride a momentary pause, while thoughts collide walking from dawn until dusk and when night falls a day of
swarnamanjari chellapandi
May 10


A Theory of Emotional Plasticity
I've always thought that men don't understand emotions. My mother used to say that when my grandfather passed away, even people who never get emotional cried. Recently, my father cried when my uncle passed. That was the first time my mother saw him cry. He didn't cry even when his mother died. I've never been able to cry at funerals. I feel a lot of pain, but I don't cry. It then takes me more than a few months, maybe a year, to feel the pain, cry at intervals, before I final
swarnamanjari chellapandi
Oct 18, 2025


Some more poems...
Mother 🏡 Tugging at her sari, I hide behind She smiles, reassuring Telling me to go into my second shrine I enter clueless, blinking...
swarnamanjari chellapandi
Apr 25, 2025






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