Photo by Álvaro Serrano on Unsplash One, You should try writing a love letter to yourself, I have written one to myself, it took me 17 years to complete it, that's also how long it took for me to decide if I loved myself. Two, I believe that the heart is flat in our minds, that's why it is so easy to rekindle a wound and also why everything is just a finger's distance from healing. Three, I forgot my own phone number at a cafe coffee day counter, she kept repeating the first few numbers that I had uttered without giving me space to think, maybe we are all her when it comes to counting our mistakes. Four, I have a thing for languages, both for those I understand and those that I don't, I would listen to hours and hours of urdu poetry without knowing what it meant, maybe that is also one kind of silence. Five, I have thought too often about what I would name myself if not for what I have been named, everytime I think I might be close to an answer, amma calls
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash What If poems read each other, would they fall in love with each other, or their poets or would they elope in search of the long lost lovers these poets barely take the name of but have a minimum of 15 lines, a winter and an unanswering sky in their poems? (C) Vasanthi