Author: Prena subba
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to be here & to be with you
I wonder if I could ever be Neruda, Rumi or Green. If I could ever have their knowledge to hold a pen and name the wildest world I create. I wonder if I can ever be enough and not enigmatic. Despite having so much of you in my heart, I still can’t fabricate about how…
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to the misery in our bones
people like you and i, we will live our whole lives compressing our horror so deep in our chest, because we come from the root of ancestors who never had lives lucid and lavish. we come from the womb of mothers who were torn and forced into marriages. we will forever remain as an inherent…
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empty bottles, my apostle.
there is an empty glass bottleon my table andi often stare at it.then, sometimes i wishi could fit inside it.i wish I could shrink on somedaysand become so, so tiny pieceof this rational universe,which possess an inherent order,its own identifyand consciousness. the vastness of my thoughtsoften lingers around the most intangible corners of this heart;i…
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humanness in my ribcage
As I watched the children younger than me—plucking grasses off the lawn and gifting it to the sun above. As I watched my mother fight her traumas, and as I watched the people around me waking up to carry their burden, and so easily smiling at the strangers they met. I began to fall in…
Prena Poetry 