Q u i d a m

Ceaseless moaning

To bless the moon, to rise higher peak

of mountain, dew drops wreath in a tearful

gaze, mothers, fathers, running together—

to control the mist, witnessing a horrific

veiled falls, through pictures of transient

gleam, all gone and nothing left to foes,

to be or not to be there, thick vapours circling

her eyes, gloomy darkness spread over

her silhouette, cameo roles in the unsolicited

film? The universal declaration of vision

loss, nothing stirred, only two heart beats—

"Sheesh, you'll be fine," struggling to stay

still in the fainting light, chasing celestial

seasoning, beams that's never seen on

scarce souls, all beneath a roof of silence—

everyone's asleep in the cold embrace,

she can hear the cold tapping, she can

feel the echoes in the dying wail, eternal

slumber's/ eternity ring without sounds,

she waits for another night to stay still

in the strange waxing dream, cold rain

diminishing every light, swelling, ceasing

every young heart.

— 16th March, 2024