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I came from

rugged conversations

with my worn out soul

that sometimes

lasted for a second

and some other times,

for years.

I came from hollow

hisses of pain, tearing

itself through

numbed wounds 

that hurt no more

but still traded

memories with time.

I came from large canopies

of anger

that heard no

footstep until

love entered.

I came from

hidden gestures of

war

that saw no fire

and felt no blood

and yet reminded

me of my birth.

I came from

the plunging smell

of dusted books

that made a home of

its own, letting readers

take shelter, anonymously.

I came from everywhere

I wanted to go;

sagging skies,

shallow shadows,

soaring solitude.

I came from simple things

that went unnoticed,

for only I will know

that I was a dream 

that you no longer

remember.

Vasanthi Swetha: She is extremely passionate about the art of poetry, dance, reading and dreaming, and she believes that every poem that she writes is a result of a  conversation with her soul.