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Somewhere on the moon<\/strong><\/p>\n I have been trying to decipher your thin smile, slits- blocking away the truth, with a look of you chaliced your palms when it rained, like the How you blocked out the buildings with your hands would be without them. I like the way how you there, as if you found love there. Those amethyst have been growing inside me since the day you left. autumn- the season you detested unlike the I can only yearn to see you wading through unclad trees pray for me to pass by them- Only if you had known that the moon never you would come back if I told you that I can\u2019t without your fingers pointing towards <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Aashna Nagpal<\/strong> is a seventeen year old studying at The Heritage School, India. Her poems have appeared in Canvas, Teenage Wasteland Review<\/em> and elsewhere. She has been yearning for a pet since she was six. Her poems strive to either bring serenity to the reader or stir an inner conflict through her attempts at deciphering human emotions. For her, poetry happens either in emptiness or in the middle of complete chaos.<\/p>\n Note: Somewhere on the moon<\/em> was originally published in Teenage Wasteland Review<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Somewhere on the moon I have been trying to decipher your thin smile, a shaky bridge between your ears. Those eyes, slits- blocking away the truth, with a look of longing, search for stars beyond your skin. The way you chaliced your palms when it rained, like the trees- letting the cuts of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[135,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11611","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2016-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11611","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11611"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11611\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11922,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11611\/revisions\/11922"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\na shaky bridge between your ears. Those eyes,<\/p>\n
\nlonging, search for stars beyond your skin. The way<\/p>\n
\ntrees- letting the cuts of fate wash away, gladly.<\/p>\n
\nand with one eye open, looked at the way the sky<\/p>\n
\nalways talk about the moon, as if you have been<\/p>\n
\nflowers you used to keep under your cotton sleeves,<\/p>\n
\nThe skin of the earth peels as I run away from<\/p>\n
\ntouch of horse\u2019s mane against your cheeks.<\/p>\n
\nthe lake in the valleys of Kashmir, where the<\/p>\n
\nfor a blow of air against their rotten wounds.<\/p>\n
\nshowed itself again, since that night. I know<\/p>\n
\nreach to the place where I am headed to,<\/p>\n
\nthat part of my soul, which I can call home.<\/p>\n