The Sunday Poet: Simrin Tamhane

Simrin Tamhane

Simrin Tamhane is an international student from the Himalayan state of Sikkim in India.  Currently a junior at Endicott College, she is majoring in International Studies and is interested in human rights and many of her writings focuses on this topic. She also writes about her childhood back in India and she enjoys old music, tragedies and iced lemonade in the winter.

 Fine.

Her eyes are cold marbles,

That don't remember warmth.

Her mind is a forgotten novel,

That lays lifeless on dusty shelves.

Her heart is a hollow violin

Strings broken and

Broken dreams.

She walks on shards of glass.

She is a catastrophe

Waiting to explode.

Wishes.

Nights like this I wish,

You were here next to me,

Laughing at my failed attempt to bake

Or making fun of my fingernails.

I wish I could feel,

The warmth of your fingers

Intertwined to mine.

I wish I could taste,

The sweet melody of your laughter

And hear the low rumbles of

Your heart echoing into mine.

I just wish to be home again.

With you.