Desolation - Vai B. Charm (big ebook reader TXT) 📗
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but between us are 20,000 universes of silences
Silences we gave each other, because you don't like books
and I don't know how to buy something more long lasting than silences
Distance is a star dying
white and bright,
beautiful death
Distance is the beautiful suicide
of which Ms. Evelyn died
Hundreds of sighs I sent your way
no post offices carry sighs
so I sent them via the distance
here I sigh,
your heart beats in coordination
with sighs escaping my mouth
one by one
escaping
leaving me behind
extinguishing like matchsticks
into the distance
while nothing reaches you
but cold air
Distances are mean
they pull stars apart
but then
distances are the only reason
how so many galaxies
stay in harmony together
/a poem about loneliness turns to a poem about science, if given enough space/
O' God, Lord of Mercy
From streets narrow run streaks of water
to emerge holy on the banks of the revered
heart loosens to see children on streets
forsaken by the saviour of all
your body is given by the almighty
but not your neighbour's
hundreds of lamps alighted in nights
moths die of your burning religion
smoke reaches up till heaven or not?
I know not
but coins don't materialise at God's feet,
I can tell.
faces shriveled like raisins
are raised outside your abode
you who sit revered by humans of privilege
my lord, alight this world
if you can't take care of this all
beauty threatened by fragile ugly counterparts
and tongues held to turn truths to lies
bounties offered to make you look the best
while milk is wrenched off from toothless mouths
frail examples are never taken in account
while talking about those who are loyal to you
while those born in homes, get blessings in yours
hundreds of street bound, settle outside for a coin or two.
Caged
The day I started to call the cage a house
my wings withered and fell off me
I flapped my arms against the bars
and broke my wrists in futile attempts of leaving
your being becomes a prison
you can never get out of the box
the cassette never stops playing
my memories are stored in a vinyl record
I play it everyday, like a ritual
there's bloodshed in my thoughts
my war is longer than the one in Troy
a blind man sings of colours of the world
two young boys hold hands and smile
thrice I fell while I was walking to you
you looked up from the ground twice
I know you too well
I can hear screams in your silence
cut me off, throw me away
I am too friendly for your solitary life
there's this musical note stuck on my palm
the same place you pressed your finger at
boundless seas float into my boat
and in dark whirlpools I drown
this lark laments lyrics from an old song
and melodies of my head never make it to the outside
reading out poems I look at you
you make faces and sigh
but then you sit silent for minutes too long
and every night a musician dies
unheard symphonies are the most melodious
what you get to know becomes ugly after a time
grief sits by my side and strokes my cheek
while my mother thinks that I don't like to smile
people wish me happiness in hollow words
and empty envelopes come my way
words have long left my tongue
my mouth only makes indecipherable sounds.
Staying as long as we can.
i) I sit by his side for hours, saying nothing
just being in the presence of each other.
Staying as long as we can.
ii) Sometimes I feel a little betrayed by words,
words of my own making
and words of others
they fail to tell what I want to say.
iii) It's hard to sit on the rooftops
and not talk of galaxies
while staring at the evening moon,
we still try to be silent as long as possible
existing in harmony with the universe as long as we can.
iv) long trails of salt, leave my eyes
and culminate their journey in my mouth
they taste like sunlight,
they taste like air,
they taste like you,
they taste like nothing.
(of the five above, I know none of the flavours)
v) When winds carry fallen leaves
and bring forest fires to burn the town,
I hide in you, in your memories,
in the silences.
(the silences can't be burned down)
vi) I will leave soon,
you will stay,
I will stop soon
and you will keep moving,
moving on and on and on.
(I will remember, always, the smell of burning leaves underneath which I had put my letters.)
vii) Instead of staying put,
we like to move,
like seeds of dandelions
adrift with the air
to new places and to new people,
to become their way of fulfilling a wish.
(when you can't be your own deity,
be somebody else's,
when you have let your own desires down,
borrow somebody else's)
//many of us live this way,
just existing in the void
as long as we can.//
Desolation
Walls are falling everywhere
The lands once divided are merging together
This is the evening of losses
My feet hurry to meet those who are running
The concept of time is a vague one
Notions of love are so unfamiliar
I crave for the warmth of small baby hands, tiny fingers curling around mine.
Beautiful faces melt away
My conscience loses interest in your talks, I run away
The magic of sound loses its charm
For twenty days I wept
A harp ruins the silence, only music saves the day.
I throw letters in the open fire
paper pieces fly away, poetry on wind.
Running behind me are dreams that we saw, now the carcasses reek of grief.
Body positivity is a figurative device
I might as well be a terror to world peace
Three petals remain when I realise,
she loves me not.
There are no speed breakers,
when you start to drive on the road to depression.
My pain is a magician hiding objects in his sleeve.
You clap at the magic tricks,
my arms hurt
the hidden stuff is heavy.
Yesterday I broke a finger
while pointing in the direction of my sorrow's origin.
There aren't enough words to describe this
and I have run out of metaphors.
Stay for the music
On days when beautiful murals speak up
and air is full of silences between us
I want to hold your hand which occasionally trembles
and tell you that , 'Stay, it's safe here.'
To you I have been sending songs
which he once sent me as a long playlist
titled 'Of disorders and nights',
and your taste in music so characteristically matches hers
that I can't help but worry
that we will end up the way we did in the past.
(you are, were and will be my love,
whether in this body or another)
Am I wrong when I say,
I fall for the same person
again and again?
the only difference is the body,
the eyes and the name.
I know people from their arms,
the pressure which they exert on my body.
(the love they posses is proportional
to the warmth they have for me.)
Being so close
yet so far
I learnt how
stars live together
never meeting
still in love
glowing and sending
love signals.
Where I built my world/
it was your territory
and you let me in there/
as long as I leave you free/in your
circle of
solitude/ you never once came close
enough/ for me to touch those feelings,
feelings you wear on your forearm
as the wraps of the strings she gave you once...
(I know people by their forearms,
and by their gate....
once they change the latter, the former loses significance for me)
/Once you sent me a song different from hers, and I knew I love you
when I devoured whole of the suggested playlist/
Aftertaste
An aftertaste of candy in my mouth,
lost to you, my fingernails, my hair, my feet
tangled in yours, hands holding, a mess
awkwardly askew. Two naked bodies pressed against each other,
looking for what? knows not the other.
While mine can be a search for adherence,
yours can as well be just a need;
a simple human need of having someone to touch.
Call You Mine, I must on some days
but not always. ' We should not meet,' you say
'Oranges on weighing scale, bound to roll off.'
I smile. ' Stupid ' I whisper, a peck here and there.
I hate your stupid analogies
but I love you
and I don't know many languages
but only a half and two.
so
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