My Very Own Peccadillo.

Posted byMoushmi RadhanparaPosted inWomen -as we are!Tags:, , , , , , , , ,

I don’t know love

I don’t know how it is to be loved

But I know how to love

Day in and day out-

Giving my all.

I am a woman, pining for love

Waiting to be touched;

To be held in your arms, to be

Kissed.

The soft murmur of your eyes-

The hoarse voice; I am only waiting.

I don’t know love

I don’t know how it is to be loved

For I am full of distortions

Queerness, you may say.

But everything I own is mine

And mine alone.

I am whole and yet incomplete

For I don’t know love.

I am a pleaser-

A sinner.

I am my own beloved

I am the betrayed.

I have joys, I have aches.

But they are all mine,

Mine alone.

I am I.

For I don’t know love

I don’t know what it is to be loved

But I know how to love______

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.

38 thoughts on “My Very Own Peccadillo.”

  8. The mysterious ‘love’!! You said it all so well…the wait for love which never comes though one is full of love to give! Never experienced it and dont know how it feels yet still know the feeling of giving love … to love with complete passion…giving everything which one knows will make the person feel loved…awaiting forever…like bursting dams awaiting for flood gates to be opened…like an artist who has learnt his craft well but is waiting for the muse and the means! The endless wait….the rising emotions!

    For I don’t know love
    I don’t know what it is to be loved
    But I know how to love_
    👌 👌

    I think this one should be included as well!!

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