So this is how it ends back alone here again. With a year’s more memories and a few less friends. Last time I got scarred both for better and worse. This time I’m unharmed but with unquenched thirst. I traded the purest of loves for the most shallow of lusts. The one who cared for … More Walking Through the Frick Collection by Satish Reginald
She misunderstands all I say and I do the same to her. Because language can’t convey meaning without a blur. There’s infinite connotations tucked in every single word. They vary for each person. They’re never fully heard. We say we love each other but mean completely different things. Though that’s not to say I never … More Walking Through The Rubin Museum by Satish Reginald
Memories are thread into some of my clothes. Some moments are wove into the fabric. Just the shirt on my back or the socks on my toes can have me wearing years of baggage. Like when my clothes would get laced with your perfume but I would neglect to wash them. So I could smell … More Walking Through the FIT Museum by Satish Reginald
Each time she abuses my trust or bites me with me her words I act as though I’m cut, I pretend as if I’m hurt. But I smile inside because I know those are more reason I won’t feel obliged as hers to hold or feel guilty if I ever go. So she can scream … More Walking Through the Cloisters by Satish Reginald
Amongst the worst feelings in the world are an ex breaking your heart apart, catching a terrible winter’s cold, and people misunderstanding your art. Like when they think you were being deep when all you wanted was to be cute, or when they use unrelated details to try to categorize you. Or when … More Walking Through the Whitney Museum of American Art by Satish Reginald
Moments like this strike me in real time. I get strapped up just being there. A rush outside of familiar confines, shoots up my veins with the air. I get lost in these moments but find, that once they disappear, the lost beauty doesn’t plague my mind, I don’t dwell that it isn’t here. Rather, these … More Walking Through the Brooklyn Botanical Garden by Satish Reginald
There’s an assumption that it won’t just fall. That the steel suspension cables will hold. That they won’t crumble amid our evening stroll. The thought doesn’t cross our minds at all. So we prance across this bridge enthralled, by skyline views of a stunning world. Taking blissful photos for our friends to show, of this … More Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge by Satish Reginald
Never reuse the posters, they’ve seen too much. Throw away the fairy lights, they weren’t built to last. The memories come down with the belongings, like the three throw pillows that you’ll replace next year as if they were nothing more than part of a decorating scheme. This has been your home for a year, … More Packing Up Your Dorm Room
Breath in the summer air. Sunlight dancing off your hair. Your skin under the moonlight, I held you tight, another summer. The week of the heat warning, night-swimming till the morning. The water rippled so I couldn’t see, how tight we pressed our bodies. Another summer, under water, I think I felt your heart beat. … More Another Summer by Satish Reginald
The word ‘tourist’ is a low blow
for those who live here, but although,
we’re tourists here at grand central.
We came here to watch others go.
They go about their daily lives;
Waiting for their trains to arrive;
Going home to their husbands and wives.
And we stare them down with our eyes. … More Touring Grand Central Station by Satish Reginald