i still
remember that night
when the boughs started breaking
like promises and you slept
on a pile
of dried up leaves
waiting to be raked
by the uncertainty of
another passing season.
now i didn’t know much
about mowing a lawn
but i learned that only grass
had a kind of blade
which didn’t make you bleed
and you said,
it’s been so long that
i’ve forgotten how spring feels like
so i started slipping words
in the vase you kept on your nightstand
hoping they’d bloom into poems one day
from all the dew dripping
down your eyelash
from the times
you’d stand across the looking glass
wondering how you would look like
if you tied your hair in a bun,
but you had none.
spring never came.
soon, days transpired into nights,
the nights became nuances
amidst dawn and dusk
leaving you confused
between the darkness
that had just arrived and
the light which had caught rust
and radiation
became the remedy
for everything malignant
but your lips were the only thing
which never metastasized
into smiles,
and i know how you loved to smile.
you’d smile every time it rained.
you’d say,
that rain is the sky’s way of holding on
to the earth despite the distance
and that droplets were liquid strings
connected to tin cans on both ends
and that’s how gods and mortals make amends.
you see, nothing falls in vain
you’d say
so i wrote you a cloud
because pillows weren’t soft enough
to bury your face
for all those rainy days
because your windows were slowly becoming
colour blind from all the grey
and now i know how curtains feel
when the sun pierces through their skin
kissing the foot of your bed
reminding you how every day is one day less.
but i am no magician
to make you a cape
stitched from all the cure
so you could endure,
for flying off is better
than fading away,
so i have nothing more than my words
to alleviate your pain
take them,
take them
so i can write you a mountain
with letters coated in vertigo
so you would never dare to look down
when i frown or become hellbound
because i’m still learning
to hang bullseye patches
on my blind spots,
to hide
your exit wounds.
Themes that I love