Ever since the time I was introduced to this world from my mother’s womb, I longed for her to give me her valuable old jade jewelry, which she kept in her deepest cabinet. Where little girls grow into their mother’s face, little boys face their father’s rage. It’s a brutal distress to live in a world, where people stand by to scoop you from within like a melon clean, chase you like a creature in your sleep. Oh dear, Nightingale sing so sweetly at night. let them know, tell the world, that my reality simply is a political proclamation. Where my heart longs with the desire of having a lover, a baby, or a family, life ahead is simply desolate. I am extremely tired. I am suffocating. Where the chains of 377 have as of late been demolished. It’s not the ideal opportunity for celebration on the grounds that consistently is a fight. our battles have just begun. A happy life is lifetimes ahead. To all my almost lover, you are a sad dream. Because, almost lovers always do. Let them know. Tell the world. Envelop me in silk, trickle me in gold. Chime in with me this eminent blues. Enclose my heart by the trouble of my mother’s old jade jewelry. Tonight, I will sparkle splendid at midnight. Lay my head on a bed of roses in the park. To rest for eternity. Author: Aditya Tiwari is an Indian poet and LGBT rights activist. His first collection of poems, April is Lush, (New Delhi: Blue Rose Publishers) was published in 2019. Through his writing, he explores a variety of themes ranging from politics, colour, intersectionality, age, queerness, gender, and revolution. His work has appeared in The Times of India, LiveWire, BuzzFeed, Gaylaxy Magazine, Youth Ki Awaaz, and Gaysi, among others. Learn more about Aditya on Instagram and Twitter at @aprilislush.
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