Falling by Anoushka Chawla

A hundred feet off the ground,
I’m just at the edge of the cliff,
All I need is a gentle push,
A nudge would do, maybe even
A touch of your fingertips on my skin,
Galvanizing the deeply rooted body hair,
And only when I’m suspended midair
Do I realize that it’s a long way down
Cutting across the sultry breeze,
Overwhelming and intimidating,
So I flap my arms against the wind,
So I breathe deeply before the vast
Ocean welcomes and immerses me
And I holdfast my respiration,
Lest the water clutches my lungs
Attempts to suffocate and drown me,
Just two feet above when I look
Around, and I find that I’m not
Falling in love alone.

 

 

 

 

Anoushka ChawlaAnoushka Chawla is an Indian teen who’s a part-time student and part-time writer and a food blogger on the side. You’ll find her in a cafe drinking coffee while typing away ideas on her phone. She loves people in general and tries to write poetry and prose that resonate with the masses. Also, she loves talking!

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