Opinionated Head

Poetry and Paintings by Niharika Jaiswal


January 2017

“Nothing” She Said


She tried to stay very still
She didn’t want to wake him up
But he did, as he felt his chest get wet.
He held her face up knowing what he would see,
Fat tears rolling down her already moist cheeks.
Her eyes looking down trying to hide the pain
For the pain makes one look weak they say
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The Shell


He was like ice

But today he was melting

His sharp edges becoming soft

His frozen walls coming down

One drop at a time

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