the lights go off in the section where
dusk meets the dark tidings of time
– limitless, engorged, stagnant –
whites to become whole at
this juncture of hope,
where no one stays
when shutters
have closed
down.
don’t
stay now
either, since
my unslept dreams
resound in emptied-
out hollows of the mind —
all that was sought, to be lost,
has been found at a decried end,
where staying is no longer in need.
I have been working on a new Insta handle for over a month now, for literary and creative posts: @anmol.ha. For contact, you can reach out to me through my multiple profiles, enlisted here.
the seas of time have come ashore,
flooding and taking away all that
remains —
you were once there, drinking
the moon wine (it is you who
brought me the white for a late
dinner), and addled potions of
a lone star at my lone window,
it’s at the end, that it all began,
the turbulence of words (said
and unsaid) created voids, built
of a few nights’ fantasized storms,
you made me see the fire-glass
that only showed your visage,
your eyes growing pit-wise, you,
yours only – form and facsimile –
and i knew that i did not have to
leave, because you were not there,
never meant to be, and so it was —
a singular bulb fuse that flickered
out, into the emptiness of the room.
More of a frustration than a heartbreak — For dVerse Poetics
Also linking it up with The Tuesday Platform at With Real Toads And I somehow found something to go with it. Ha! Image source (Light Headed 3 by Leah Saulnier)
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I have been working on a new Insta handle for over a month now, for literary and creative posts: @anmol.ha. For contact, you can reach out to me through my multiple profiles, enlisted here.
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