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

Tag: Modern Poetry

Nami/Anna

“Nami”- Not that I hear anybody calling me that anymore but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how it feels to be called “Nami” He’s not around anymore but that doesn’t mean his voice doesn’t ring into my ears like before. It finds me when I’m at my most vulnerable, lying on the floor. It…
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Waves

I’ve lived my life around waves, Yet I’ll drown in them. I’ve learned to love around waves, Yet I can’t trust them. See, how they break their ways on the shore, Like my heart on the mend. Their calmness haunts me till this day And I get shivers due to their roars. Waves tell me…
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Roma

Listen to the Spoken Word version of this poem *** I met you on a starlit night,Under the glistening beams of a half-faced Luna.I knew we were meant to be,It was as if the stars aligned and brought you closer to me.Roma, I fell in love with you,Will you stay with me?As our vibes met,…
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Tiramisù

Cozy; the familiar taste on my tongue As it swirls inside my mouth I go for another turn. The smell of coffee and that rich, thick, heavenly sensuousness, Oh! Tiramisù will be the death of me. I go licking it time and again Taking every bit that might have been left That mascarpone cheese, I…
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Souls

The roaring waves of the seven seas, Come undone the bond in between, Lovers we have known for long, Their love has become song For those yet to come, Generations, Bond of souls, Not of Skins.
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Romancing the Blue

Wrinkled, parched amidst the desert, Cautious with a little conscience He’s the one who cooks! Schwartz out, desperation in, Turning the man into a wizard. What he makes, can show you places, You’ve never been. The crystal can make you feel Like anything. Who could’ve imagined him, The man with that hat, And with those…
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Escapade

The scorching Sun upon my burnt brain, While I keep my gaze on the dry leaves, I stumbled upon her imagination, Unruled, scattered, But amongst the things that kept her sane. She doodles on her little notebook before her afternoon nap, Keeping her tiny head and big hair on her grandma’s lap. This is…
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Mai

Platinum locks reflecting the rays of the mighty Sun, An army of unfortunates kneels down just to admire. There she stands after all the burning has been done, A newborn Mother of three winged sons fresh out of the pyre.
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Crippled

He used to sit by that window, The grimness had gotten the best of him. Awaiting on a new toy, Curtains drawn, lights dim. He was his father’s crippled son, Adored by his bearer but loved by none. They waited days and nights, To find him a wife. He spent his leisure with a long…
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The Rose

The cuckoo’s last song Brought in warmth of summer breeze I stand my ground Reluctantly as time goes Showers brought in smell of rose.
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