the cursor blinks
waiting for a question
or an answer perhaps
the finger-bowl of time
waits for memories
to be washed off
the fingers of
once lovers
scars are healing
they say
and pain?
I ask
remember the feeling
when the last frame
in films said
-THE END
Life is scattered
in shelves
boxes, wardrobes, furniture
bills, reports
clutter and empty spaces
places we call homes
dreams of impossible
hope against hope
phrases all
mere phrases
rewind, delete,repeat
rewind, delete, repeat
nothing gets sorted
happiness is
a little girl
smiling while asleep
which language
shall explain
her dream
or the impossibility of it
standing at a cliff
waiting for a cyclone
I think
I am losing it again.
waiting for a question
or an answer perhaps
the finger-bowl of time
waits for memories
to be washed off
the fingers of
once lovers
scars are healing
they say
and pain?
I ask
remember the feeling
when the last frame
in films said
-THE END
Life is scattered
in shelves
boxes, wardrobes, furniture
bills, reports
clutter and empty spaces
places we call homes
dreams of impossible
hope against hope
phrases all
mere phrases
rewind, delete,repeat
rewind, delete, repeat
nothing gets sorted
happiness is
a little girl
smiling while asleep
which language
shall explain
her dream
or the impossibility of it
standing at a cliff
waiting for a cyclone
I think
I am losing it again.
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