Shiksha Dheda

three poems

Heart(less)

 

It felt as though someone was ripping my heart

-straight out of my chest.

Every single night.

Only to haphazardly put it back.

Always in the wrong way.

 

 

Just a long sleep

 

This is nothing more than a very long slumber;

Wake me lovingly when you get here.

Tell me tales of all the times that I missed.

Wake me when you get here;

We will continue as though it were yesterday.

 

Growth

 

I thought I would outgrow you.

I have outgrown everything.

Except for you.

27 January, 2021

Shiksha is a South African of Indian descent. She uses poetry (mostly) to express her internal and external struggles and journeys, inclusive of her OCD and depression roller-coaster ventures. Mostly, however, she writes in the hopes that someday, someone will see her as she is; an incomplete poem. 

Shiksha has been featured as the Poet of the Month (January 2012) for Forward Poetry and has also had poetry featured (on/forthcoming) in the Aerodrome journal, Poetry Potion, Visual Verse, The Kalahari Review, Brave Voices, Glitchwords, Neuro Logical Magazine and Resurrections Magazine.