poetry by harsh anand

Nadir

We are so easy on paper, lead breaking grounds between us, wearing lines becoming and unbecoming as if we are easy on paper. We are so complex in skin, it does not come half as close to the horror of distance. I am thousands of miles of maze but only six feet of sorrow. You are a meter’s distance and toe tips to happiness. I have reached nadir and it seemed as easy on paper as complex it was in skin. Here, a hand, a single hand, just a hand, greets me with a heart, on its palm, that is breaking, and we shake in sync.

Harsh is a 24 year old aspiring poet currently residing in New Delhi, India. All of his work comes from his own personal experiences and the world around him. A huge poetry buff, his favorite poets are William Carlos WIlliams and Ron Padgett, amongst others.