In the drowsy brain, darkness settled

as vague figures, in the motionless dream

we float, we fly against the numberless

waves, you say, you talk— ‘repeat something!’

But the memory falls in dim sum, the one

you love most— must leave!

In the thousand crowded places, anxious

eyes speak the same, language in ocean

waves, roots as secret passion— in state

of dubious hearts, the passengers carry

on top of their weightlifters, seconds,

hours, everything passed— how many got

stood up, no one knows! Coil of a victim—

Fragile child, whimpers with an icy gaze,

“You must return to where you belong.”

“And I know where it is?”

He didn’t, he laid off in sandy breeze

with the cold wind, passing over his face—

the music drifted away with the harsh

glance, the world is indeed strange.

— 6th September, 2024.