Listen to me
After father died his photograph
Started mocking the shape of home
And I realize the genetics of ignorance
Left behind are ironies of healing opening the sores of pain with the tears drops
tornadoes In the grave of our heart drilling us to tears_now,then,now,then,now and then
But who else hunts an ignorant
Man except his own knowledge.
Is this not how mother also mourned
Us in the aroma of her burnt soup.
Believe me
In this place, blind could clearly
see our skin dissolving, into
rainbow stranded in survival
But I will not say
We are the specimen of death, bearing the name of withered leaves ,we are learning to become matter mastering the beat of the wind and gravity !yet breathless ,does it really matter?
Our shadows becomes auxiliaries streamlining their bodies into the patch of the yellow sun, they get trapped and become strangers to us
And yet, we knew what photographs could do:
Like how roses and kisses became candle
Light of wax memories, preying our existence
Into theatres of insanity..
_we try to mould ourselves into portraits of perfection, but our mothers eye is a water fall.
Where the heaven weep every now or then: because father and mother have learnt to remain opposite sides of a magnet for so long, nothing smells like bonds except our colourless affection ,where we mourn our reflections and
The only taste of peace is father's smile, that
Makes us bleed without cuts
We try perfume our bodies_ a refugee in mother's prayers to unfold ourselves into a_MEN,to pick faith in the melody of the
Singing bird and hang it on the man we
See in the mirror
But how do we grab success by it waist ?
when our
Dreams have grown longer than our reality?
When we have become boys chasing our dreams into snoring hopes,where everything we touch becomes metaphors of lame pictures
Where we become the only lyrics stammers trail without bruising their tongues
Maybe the bond we claim to share are just
Mere photo_graphs with foot_prints of disvirgined whore_some days.
Like a host of flower planted by the rail way, with ,metal ,stones and thorns
...........mere decoration.