i usually don't take selfies but here's one:

a meadow struck by a cyclone

and not a single blade of grass moves.

yes, i'm leaning to the left in the frame

because the light is coming from the right.

yes, i'm wearing a sweater made of unravelled hope.

in my pockets, i keep suffering and a pen.

one day i will walk to the river

throw the pen away and return with empty pockets

but not today.

selfies sever us from concrete selves

so we take several selfies and pray to jigsaw.

here's another one:

a weak dried leaf, crushed

by the hunter's boot, alerting

the gazelle drinking future.

~ ajay

29/12/2023