Name me after the long war
Once I know this girl, standing
before the mirror, hearts on sleeves as
if she's been writing off, in the thrum of
this melody, in the three songs of morning
chaos to night shadows.
I've been watching the boy, standing
before this shop, a face: tired with past
shadows, mirroring the finite time—
getting loud, louder, loudest with
and each passing second.
In the breathing of darkness, a woman:
furrows her eyebrows with shattered
stars, like a spider crawling to its webs,
in the muffled screams, the walls crack.
A man has been dropped: in the ocean
of silence, trees cracked, birds fly in
the noise of ebbs, flowing, streaming
consciousness to its body.
There's a kid: playing with snowshoe,
transparent as glass mirrors, boarding
to another world, in the many rows of
icicle, it carries on the tinkle until
it falls.
I've been walking since two hours,
in the spitting images of daily chaos—
to the perfume of cold blue streets,
you'll find me in the wrinkled pages
of scattered memories.
I'm still there where your hands, couldn't
reach back, in the laughter brim where
none left to remember you, in the dust
of this universe, where your footsteps
lingered for a nanosecond.
I'm the unspoken tune of your unmeasured
letter, you're growing tired of worlds
splashing together: but I've been thinking
of you often than you can wonder,
live me out before I will break this world.
Will you?
— 24th December, 2024.
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