I Cannot Breathe.

Posted byMoushmi RadhanparaPosted inIt's how life is!, Ramblings of my mind.Tags:, , , , , , , , , , , , ,

 

Open the door

Open the windows.

Let the thinnest air in,

For I cannot breathe in.

 

Let me feel the breeze

Let me cherish the wind.

Allow me to swallow the air,

For I cannot breathe in.

 

Unclasp your fingers from

Around my neck.

Loosen your hold

From around my hips,

For I cannot breathe in.

 

It is raining outside.

The clouds passing by

The lightening that just went by.

I can see the shower

Trickling down the trees.

The mud dancing down the roads.

The strong winds

Blowing away the leaves.

And yet, I cannot breathe in.

Published by Moushmi Radhanpara

A bilingual writer, Moushmi Radhanpara has authored three poetry collections so far, namely POSIES and 03:21 AM –An Ode to Rust & Restlessness, and Resignation of an Angel. She is also scribbling an unplanned rough draft of a story as a part of NANOWRIMO 2020 and hopes that something might come out of it. She has also co-authored two books, The Lockdown Stories and Mirage so far. Her poetries can be found on her blog https://aestheticmiradh.com/ and a few other online portals. She believes in the fact that a better reader makes a better writer. Reading a 100 books a year is her latest obsession. She can be found either drunk on coffee or hiding away from everything and admiring the gorgeous sun.

44 thoughts on “I Cannot Breathe.”

  12. What a deep meaning to this poem if yours. It’s amazing and you are gifted.
    It’s so pictorial that I could imagine myself in this little poem realistically. Keep writing! I want to know how does it relate to you. Because I guess it has a different meaning for everyone. Is it different for you too?

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      1. Your welcome!
        Yes I figured out that it is like clogged with emotional things. For me it was a chain of aspects for a woman who is stopped and tortured and wants to go out and let herself feel the rain. But she is abused and clasped on neck until left to die. But I am glad the second picture that how one is suffocated with emotional feelings of stress and more can make one loose breath. It is more satisfying.

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  17. Simple and yet so profound!! How accurately you described those suffocating moments!!
    PS: i notice how you are writing more of poems these days!! That’s quite lovely but at the same time shows the phase of inner turmoil going through being manifested in the form of poems!!

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      1. It’s coming out because you are in an inner turmoil and all these are ways to let it out…if it makes you feel better and after this you forget everything then keep writing! Even though it’s dark and sad…but it helps to relive you!

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