My incomplete poems are numerous questions to god asking him the reasons for the prejudice at birth and unfair deaths,
My incomplete poems are answers to the people offering unsolicited advice like – take a plastic surgery to get rid of your scar,
My incomplete poems are a moment of silence to souls seeking salvation without appreciating blooms of flowers, warmth of moonlight, motion of clouds, veins in withered leaves and the joy in ferris wheels,
My incomplete poems are an ode to acne prone skin, an ode to stretch marks, an ode to defects, an ode to body hair, an ode to everything that’s less appreciated ,
My incomplete poems are the smallest reasons i look for – everywhere, at home, in someone’s eyes, in memories to make my existence more meaningful,
My incomplete poems are attempts to rewrite the laws, rewrite fate of people, rewrite the widespread notions of femininity and beauty,
My incomplete poems are the greatest efforts to paraphrase pain, love grief, romanticise void and unlove humans,
My incomplete poems are the never-ending ted talks with mirror and speeches preaching the art of living, just preaches,
My incomplete poems are meaningless phrases, complex words trying its best to capture the raw feeling my heart senses,
My incomplete poems are a set of questionnaire measuring the sensitivity of man who are thought to be rigid having high young’s modulus, my questionnaire are broken attempts to prove that men change shape, men cry with emotional overload,
My incomplete poems are unfulfilled dreams, stories of struggles and unacknowledged success,
My incomplete poems are the unsent letters to Santa Claus and tooth fairies, to people who broke my tender heart right from the age of 5 by teaching me what disappointment is,
My incomplete poems are songs to unsung female characters in life, in mine and in yours,
My incomplete poems are the silent NO’s, no other go ‘YES’s’,
My incomplete poems are the unheard voices against misogyny, agony, anguish, woes in every households,
My incomplete poems are nothing but poems written to myself and they are meant to be incomplete.
Thank you so much for reading!
Frameofsoul 
U completed a piece with incompleteness!!
😩Skillzzzzz of hemaa are endless and all of them are truuuueeee
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the lawsuit
is directed
to myself
it is difficult
other people
to be able to really understand
the most difficult
is it
really me
me about myself
becoming clear and conscious
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The last line Hema wins it all!❤❤❤
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Relatable. 😍😍 Happy new year dear Sissy. 🥰🥰
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Profound thoughts
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Do Lyrics Need MuSiC NoW
Not Really When Dancing
Expressing Songs Of Soul
Yes When Free Expressing All
Vulnerabilities We Come Now
To Misplace And Forget Fears
It Wasn’t Then Until i Celebrated
A Valley Whole Before Now i See
New Mountain Building Complete
So Now What Is Left On Top Of
A Mountain Indeed Yes Building
A New Valley Climbing Even Higher
Yes Dear Hemalatha Casually Dancing
Around my Neighborhood Block in Another
Beautiful Spring-Like Northwest Florida Day of Joy
i Caught A Glimpse of Your Free Associations in Your
Poem on the Way Hearing A Word Press Notification For it
And On my Facebook Statuses i Sketched The Verses Returning
From mY SoUL
Freely Inspired
By Sparks of
Your Poetry So Free Above
True Like What Happens When
Ya Turn A Lamp on in A Dimly Lit
Room It LiGHTS Up Of Course For
Creation Activity For Those Pre-Disposed
In A Life of Competition Often Above and
Beyond Corroboration The Actions and Consequences
Of Life Are Often Centered Around Fitting in What Ever Flavor
Work, School, Church, Home And Other Traditions of Cultures
Bring For Us to Fit in to Not Get Excluded in All of What Everyone
Else is Doing So Indeed to Play Free Expressing All Vulnerabilities
In Dark Through Joy oF LiGHT to Slay or Even Misplace Fears May
Be Very Difficult Indeed to Step out of the Box And Do Yet Hooray As
Even in Very Restricting Localities of Culture in All these Ways Now Online
And Safe Anonymity May Allow One to Better Develop Art And Become An
Integrated Human Being With All Shadows and LiGHT More Fully Expressed
And Fully Exposed Without Consequences That May Come From Free Agency
Of Expressing Soul in Day to Day Life of Fitting in Again and Again And Again
Losing
So Much
Freedom Just
to ‘be me’ Free With
Loving SMiLes For All This Gift
of Life DarK Thru LiGHT MoRE NoW
Hehe It’s True Celebrating 16,000 Miles
of Public Dancing in 100 Months It Would
Have Been So Hard to Keep A Job And Get
Promoted So Out of the Cultural Literal Box Then
of Screen Life Now With A Dance Of Moving BREaTHE
to See More New
Fully mY FRiEnD
An Autotelic Flow
of Focus That Does
Most Definitely Sprout
Broader Wings of Creativity
to Dance And Sing So Much Freer Now..:)
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I really enjoyed the depth in this Hema. I like the sound of these uncompleted poem… They are the perfect space for reflection and growth. This really is an outstanding piece you have published 👏
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Completes the incomplete 😉✨👍 Awesome Poem ✨
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I completely incompletely get the real of this…. especially the acne bit as my first achievement was to be on the top 5 of the most spotty people in the UK when in my teens… but also because you flip negation of form on its head which I think is pretty neat… And, and I say this again… you got something going on with your writing Hema, although I am getting a bit lazy with mine as you write so well and it hits the spot… pun intended ha ha ha… Brilliant, Hema… And, and, and… thanks for making the effort too…
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Your incomplete poem completely conveys your feelings, Hema. Well done.
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what a wonderfully curated poem! loved every bit of it!
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How absolutely beautiful this is, Hema. There is great beauty in incompleteness. I love this poem. ❤️
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Beautiful Hema..only you can complete it..
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My incomplete poem is a comment for your beautiful words, asking such haunting questions.
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