The place where I lived, the earth never shattered, the buildings never collapsed.
The windows cracked open on my palms though.
The earth shivered, like my constant anxiety, like a panic attack,
Like something is going to happen,
That my earth might just crack right open
I have always prepared for the time the earth will shatter,
When the worst happens, and mostly epicentre is around me,
I want to run away, to an open space,
You are not sometimes but my only home, I feel I have,
But I want to run away to open and breath, look behind and see,
It is just a tremor; I won’t shatter right now,
I’ll come back,
But I’ll practice my drill,
I have seen how earth shatters and people die due to the wreckage
I am not worried about how broken I will be, or if I would die,
I am worried, how will I continue and survive.
– Riya Ray
Riya Ghosh Ray, 22, is a graduate from University of Delhi, India in Literature now pursuing Masters in Gender Studies from Ambedkar University Delhi. She performs/writes poems to talk about things that she can’t talk about otherwise, in between dealing with the leftovers of her heart and her friends from Madness Villa.
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