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by Manaswi Dawadi Rimal
I was waiting for love,
just like they said.
My tears in his handkerchief,
his tears in my letters.
His smile in the tea I made,
my smile in his essence.
Our breaths fighting with each other,
against our locked lips,
like the rivers flowing through mountains.
But I felt the butterflies in my stomach
when her jhumka communicated with my shirt.
The butterflies were flying inside,
when my ear heard the sound of her walk.
Her walk rhyming with her ghungru.
I felt the rainbow in my soul,
when her hair was fighting with that air.
Even when her voice was sharp like a chisel,
I felt like fitting into that groove.
When her Saree laughed with the tune of classic,
That’s when I had butterflies.
Her kajal falling through her ocean, in the form of tears.
Nothing was more magical,
like pearls turned into grey.
They were more precious than her tears.
And no, it was not just tea.
It was the whiskey,
the rum,
the cocaine,
running through my blood
in the form of her reminiscence,
even when she was not around.
What do I do now?
Neither can I tell her,
nor can I leave him.
They said, ‘love is only for HIM,’
waiting for him on the white horse.
They said, ‘love is only for HIM,’
running towards me from the mustard field.
They said, ‘love is only for HIM,’
giving me his hand on the train or a bus.
They said, ‘love is only for HIM’
while he unbuttons my shirt and I submit myself.
But what if I want it to be her?
What if I run away with her on the horse,
in the plane,
in the mustard field,
riding in the train?
Why is it okay to do these things with him,
but not okay with her?
What if I want to unravel myself to her, not him?
The butterflies inside me have turned back into caterpillars and died,
with no hopes of being butterflies ever again, and so have I.
About Manaswi Dawadi Rimal:
Manaswi is a writer, adventure seeker, travel enthusiast. She is a foodie and happy go-lucky person who worked as a Bartender and Barista. She is doing her degree in Engineering and is involved in various clubs, volunteering and events.
Photo by Gursimrat Ganda on Unsplash
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