The Distant Past

I shiver
I sit
as all of winter
condenses
on my window.
I keep feeling
like you're hogging the blanket.

But I heard you're somewhere sunny
dipping feathers in indigo ink
writing words
sending notes

that haven't reached me yet.

Fashionably Too Late

(inspiration: this article)

It’s best that bull’s-eyes

stay pixelated,

not painted onto tangible targets –

wooden, shaped like black hollow hoodies

with a pack of skittles up one sleeve

and a threatening bottle of iced tea in the other  –

kept at a distance

that you choose.

It’s different in this dimension –

this isn’t a video game.

You can’t just stop

push the plastic button

under your thumb

take those shots back,

reload.

Here, on sidewalks you can feel

under your walking feet,

bullets fire

get lodged

and stay

in wood, in bone,

in flesh,

in memories –

and it’s not romantic nostalgia.

It’s crimson pooling at your feet.

It’s a pair of rolling eyes flashing white.

It’s the wetness of tears in winter air.

It’s angry cries, it’s sniffling pleas –

some last loud and long

and the silent ones

blare only with helpless frowns,

endlessly.

[check out more at http://www.pedij.tumblr.com]

June Project

My friend Steven and I have decided to write (or at least attempt to write) a poem every day this month. I've been falling a little behind, but this is SO FULFILLING nonetheless. Here is the link:

http://www.pedij.tumblr.com

I will also be posting some poems I posted on that blog to this blog. I hope you all enjoy. I may be unemployed, but I'm trying to live through this phase with dignity and with happiness. What better way to do that than with poetry?

Acausal

Sometimes salt water doesn't know
why it flows -

a ripple somewhere makes its mark,
when it's soundless, when it's dark.

The Gowri Smiles

I am truly thrilled and honored to have my poetry published in The Winding Banister Review!

This gives me something to smile about while I'm piled under the insane amount of work I have this week and next week. I haven't seen many of my best friends in over three days; it's really upsetting. I could really use another snowmageddon. Oh, right - it's May. -___-

Back to my lab report. And essay. And lectures. *sigh*

Black Noise

Today the water
of my eyes will run
asymmetrically -
I inhale long, shivering,
and exhale quick and curt -
each drop will fall
into the casing
of my understanding pillow.
Tomorrow I will smile -
the moonshine of last night
will radiate from the tips of
my laugh lines
and we will laugh
and laugh
until the sound of my laugh
wanes of its worth to you
and in times to come
I will write you more -
with the streaming ink of my pen
filling blanks,
no edits, no gold lining,
in the simplest typeface -
epitaphs of how I feel truly
the love of you
dear sister
and the love of me
to you
and again I will hope
that such a difficult admission for me
will by you not be
skimmed merely as
superfluous.

School's bullying me

I feel like Edward Norton's character in the first few scenes of Fight Club at the moment.