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Illustration by @luciesalgado
speak softly violent winds,
forge not abundant sins,
broken bridges across hearts tied,
all words true, all meaning denied:
sleepless moon,
close the night
and go fetch the sun,
go fetch its shine to help melt
these frozen solitary hours,
go fetch shivering elephants
that know how to alter
the flow of rivers in order to
quieten wild forest fires,
go fetch the meaning of peace
from the lap of medieval nuns
and slap it across my face,
or else,
go fetch a long rope
made of honour and hang me
at the edge of your crescent:
......
now,
what do these words bring,
you and i, we often wonder,
not knowing that these words bring
first breathes to freshwater tadpoles
that have hatched out of their eggs
and wait for their tongues to
catch their first prey,
they bring phrases back to
the conscience of empty sonnets
that have left the hearts of
nocturnal pelicans in order to
bear palms across lunar eclipses
alongside a few prayers of clemency,
they bring sight back to what
my mother's visions once were
before i solemnly strayed away
from my pagelets of formulaic academia
into those of chillum hay and smoke rings,
they bring closure to the
agonies of my moonless nights
that had no sense of direction
as to where their mornings would rise:
......
rest assured,
the skewed notes at the end of
your worldy assumptions of me
are all mirages of what is true,
which is to say,
they are all pathethic attempts
of a nation trying to build itself up
upon a pageless constitution,
they are all outnumbered armies
held at the edge of swords and spears
trying to strategise victory huddles,
they are all blind tropical pigeons
trying to manoeuvre long distance
migration in hopes of catching
a glimpse of the northern lights:
rest assured,
i have at last healed,
i have at last learnt the beauty of my scars,
i have at last murdered my own history's creation,
i have at last retraced my path to my late redemption:
......
when you've traveled back in time while visiting your hometown and you can't connect to it anymore..
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Part of the Poetry collection
Updated on July 15, 2018
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