shadows have stories of who was here and then left the patch of warmth where you sat where i sat where we sat nursery rhymes of pat-sat-mat faded yellow bits of brown an old leaf you picked while walking and a rose why always a rose you don't even like roses it's the wild raat ki raani you love around which shadows sit late into a moonless night not a word tongues cut and thrown they will grow words in the flower beds lining the wall words of assurance of presence but for now let the mouths be gashes and eyes oration look your country is bloated with bodies bombing does that lovers died so did soldiers did the soldiers die before love or did the soldiers walk over love who cares- in the dark you can't see there are homeless people lining the refuge smelling the same stench of your rejection bloated lives floating in dead waters we drink death's waters to live perhaps survival is mandatory with lungs refusing to stop expanding you should have written long letters to her it would have saved her from losing her words she is speaking to you but you can't hear her that's what longing does to words fragmented beings of amputated language words split in halves and quarter halves till when she opens her mouth only a sigh escapes barely perches itself longingly on a tree a vacant cloud a shadow's restless self sip your cardamon chai before the bunkers open shadows march trees fall sighs fade apologies fade letters lie in piles sip... slowly before dusk
Beautiful ❤🌹