You are the lip shade,
That I’ve heard rave reviews about from my girlfriends.
Deeper scars in my bralette with each piercing.
Your poetry, still stuck on my lips,
Like the remains of a cold blooded ashtray.
You came, calm-quite-deep, you conquered.
Next to the coffee mug, a blue note
Cold and harsh like morning drizzle,
With a lonely goodbye.
I lay on my bedroom floor,
As the words unreadable, with blood from my hand
smudging it all.
VEDATROYEE DE GHOSH
“But you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with
words that have died on your lips.” Sugar-coated feelings
and estranged emotions is what describes Vedatroyee (De)
Ghosh the best. A 20-year-old enthusiast who wishes to
void the world with her raw and praline thoughts. A budding
electrical and electronics engineer at VIT, Vellore, a (about-to-be
published) poet, a space extrovert with dreams of
getting into research in the future. She is also the type of girl
who you would find playing with cats and dogs on the street
on a lazy Sunday afternoon (or any afternoon, or any time
of the day as a matter of fact. They are much better than
humans apparently). Shouldn’t be left unsupervised in a
stationary shop. Food, love, music, poetry, aestheticism. Too
much to ask for? Never, she believes.