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written by: Avantika Singhal



Imaginations are abortive and delusional, sometimes.
But when I say that I want to grip you from under
your armpits and lift your scrawny body onto a
cloud which lolls around the crusts of the sky,
I mean it. And when I say that I want to place your
feet on the tiny rivulets of water that grace our
windowsill, I really mean it. And when I tell
you that I’d like to see you bend linear
grass blades into your direction, I really mean
it. I mean it all until reality slaps me in the face
and I am left longing for a future in which you
shit gold and spit out glitter. As of now, you just
sit there. Waiting for miracles to bomb upon you.
And I sit and wait with you while writing this poem.

Avantika Singhal

Avantika Singhal

Avantika Singhal is now a sophomore studying English Literature at Regents University London. For the past year, she has been delving extensively into spoken word poetry and performing it around London and her hometown- Jaipur. She hopes to have her own anthology of poems published in 2019.
Avantika Singhal

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