La Visage de Femme

Visual Diary of an Unnamed Belle

“Everything I’ve learned and unlearned.
Everything I am and everything I’ve ever been.
You’re now a witness of my life”
-Anamika Dutta

Author: Anamika Dutta

It’s evil to be sober in the club

It’s evil to be sober in the club. Oh! I can see Rockabye baby on her fifth joint, High as a kite, ain’t coming down at this point. Her man’s making out with the other chick by the back door, She’s on her fourth shot, she couldn’t care more. One step, two step – everybody…
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When this is all over

When this is all over, No, I’m not going to run to the gym. Although, I miss it more than anything. When this is all over, No, I’m not going to spend hours at the salon. Although, I probably should. My hair’s a mess, my nails are not done, My brows are shabby, oh yeah!…
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Parched

My summer vacations were colloquially unproductive. Bathed in boredom, My father’s endless tries to reach, The darkest cell of my sunburnt brain… Unprecedented. I had known nothing of nothingness, No notion of any ulterior aim. “She won’t make it” But, I’m trying; It’s just the numbers are always getting mixed up, I have no clue…
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Love Ballad

Look at you now, How quickly you fell asleep in my arms, Yes! We can be oblivious of the time, It goes by too fast. I would like you to linger, Wonder if we can hold on any longer. Years from now, We will still be lying together, On the beach, under the Tuscan…
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We, Now

Listen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** We don’t wake up to start a new day anymore, We wake up to go back to bed, again. We don’t remember which day it is anymore, We are slowly losing the concept of time. We’re imprisoned in our own homes, We’re captive of our…
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Fear

Untouched, unbothered, unscathed, Yet the labyrinth of unknown prevailed. Scattered consciousness, unbathed, The known train of thought derailed. Unwind and winged, imagination, Formed. Cryptic, unfathomed, loose Like strands of hair, unruly, untidy Filled up the sharp air. Unwillingly, We ought to give in to the nothingness. Unraveled alleys of a crooked mind, Explored to the…
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Love Lockdown

She whimpers in the middle of the night. No, this isn’t the first time. I’ve heard her silent cries before. “Does she call my name?” Her eyes have lost all shine. Her youth has fallen over time. I see her unruly thoughts, Unwinding, unravelling, uncluttered. This spring has been the toughest, His shadow…
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3:19

If this is the end of the world, I wish I had spent more time with my family. If this is the end of the world, I wish I hadn’t opened up about me. I wish I trusted less people, I wish I had more faith in me. If this is the end of the…
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Bella

O Bella Ciao! With your sinful smile and, Devilish eyes.
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Scars

There she is, the fallen angel, With her broken wings and dreams. There she is pondering in silence, The Devil couldn’t hear her screams. There she is, burying her face, Far from lies and utter disgrace. She removes her veil; sunken breath, She looks ravishing after his kiss of death.
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