Weekend

The contraptions of my heart

Have a noose waiting for you

Come my sweet

All you have to do

Is put your head to my chest

-

Chandni Girija

I Wish I Wasn't So Macho

I wish that crying was 
A chore that I could 
Do and complete in
A go and be done with

But as I have grown as

Everything around me 

Crying too crying too

Has become complicated

All I do now is feel

Feel a chafing sometimes

But no tears come as

If my mind and body 

Have joined hands to

Fool me like the cough

In dry cough and I have

No strength to be frustrated

At the constipated tears

I am so distracted 

I am so distracted by the

Sorrow 

All I 

All I could do

All my brain 

All my brain and hands

Could do was to

Spin this 

Poem

-

Chandni Girija