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| Suruchi Jamkar |
Drops
Drops feel within, an intricate discussion with white cells and the organ,
inside it plays a sweet humming; I run from the invitation to swim,
I fear drowning in the company of water, yet, outside,
taking me to shores as if an ancient carrier had dove in, to find me,
drifting on the ice, abandoned on a piece of wood, wading through shallows,
drifting, drifting.
inside it plays a sweet humming; I run from the invitation to swim,
I fear drowning in the company of water, yet, outside,
taking me to shores as if an ancient carrier had dove in, to find me,
drifting on the ice, abandoned on a piece of wood, wading through shallows,
drifting, drifting.
I sit on this bed and I think of you, I frame a picture and turn it away,
several times in a day you led me astray, I believed you would, get, better.
several times in a day you led me astray, I believed you would, get, better.
I am an ocean, a drop of a marble inside the infatuation of mankind,
conundrum of the troubled mind, find me kind, saturated in amber,
the sap of ancient trees I am found within, call me your sin,
my face is weathered where hope is found I will be next to your enjoyment,
vicariously, sifting through your stories and embedding my code
deep within.
conundrum of the troubled mind, find me kind, saturated in amber,
the sap of ancient trees I am found within, call me your sin,
my face is weathered where hope is found I will be next to your enjoyment,
vicariously, sifting through your stories and embedding my code
deep within.
……………………..
How am I your sin?
Simply the angel that collects dust, confined to deepening shallow,
where words lose their meaning, transformed into purity and light,
I cannot fight I infiltrate the one who succumbs, feed me your crumbs,
weary one we are together on this journey,
shelter me from the innate, inhale me as your creativity, I will appear
where words lose their meaning, transformed into purity and light,
I cannot fight I infiltrate the one who succumbs, feed me your crumbs,
weary one we are together on this journey,
shelter me from the innate, inhale me as your creativity, I will appear
when the clock strikes noon.
……………………….
Wicked monsoon, what do you wish to wash away, I ask the rain myself,
a communion with the elements that only I speak of, to myself,
purification it is them that you seek, for I have been cleansed, I am clean,
stare at my sheen, I reflect the night sky and the angel’s cry,
I will be found, one day, coalesced with earthen ties,
mother cries, I shall not weep, for her sake and for I cannot cry,
my mouth, it cannot speak but I write, I write stories,
they will be left inside as remnants when you ascend,
a communion with the elements that only I speak of, to myself,
purification it is them that you seek, for I have been cleansed, I am clean,
stare at my sheen, I reflect the night sky and the angel’s cry,
I will be found, one day, coalesced with earthen ties,
mother cries, I shall not weep, for her sake and for I cannot cry,
my mouth, it cannot speak but I write, I write stories,
they will be left inside as remnants when you ascend,
far, far, into the night sky.
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