Payal Priya Poems

From fake people to virtual friends,
Ugly fights with trolling replaced
The recluse circumscribed in video games.
Editing photos as we painted face,
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Midnight,
Sudden barking of dogs
Reaching its crescendo in minutes,
Then again condensed silence
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Crowd walks,
Vague like a dream
Happy masks
Where faces fuse.
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When my dress is too short
Or the neckline too low;
When I cover little
And laugh, and talk
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The black profile pics are gone.
The march, the protest is over
Media has vanished
Candles blown out
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Body shaming is an art.
It requires a consummate artist,
With discerning eye,
To look past your qualities,
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Wood burnt,
Gold was purged
Was the fire partial?
What burns me
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12 o'clock
The irresistible call of the night,
Snoring consciences, a turbulent mind
And the temptation to amalgamate with the dark.
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My hair isn't white -
A sign of sagacity,
Which comes with age.
Far from the shores of wisdom,
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A crow is not a nightingale
There are no odes written on him.
No one ever likes his songs,
No heart aches at his cawing.
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