gashes

how do i conceal
these fissures
that become etched
on my soul
every time
you draw out
a long-forgotten memory?

Sky

i watched the clouds float by, the sky behind it, now showing, now disappearing. my day had come to a standstill, as had life. i wanted to hold that moment in the centre of my palm and keep it still. you tap-danced away at the laptop, pausing now and then to ask me if i was alright.
the sky had never looked more beautiful

i

cannot

write

just 

because

again

i shatter myself with you.

and this time
i won't be able to bend over
to pick up my own fragments

excuse me

all i want is a little space. 

so i may sit in the silence of my own room.

on crossing a river

we pick these pebbles
from memory

life has been a barren stretch
of sand, sometimes

and us, like river banks
forever waiting, for water

to return, leave
and then return

Let's pretend we believe

Have you ever thought about how we are at the wrong place at the wrong time always and how that changes everything? Don't you wish then that you had been here when the world was beginning so there would be no fruit to tempt, no Eve to accuse and no Adam to take the apple from her. Then, maybe you could have left the serpent alone n taken Eve on a walk instead. Would have saved her all that blame. And saved this world its existence.