jannat

Lake Tsongmo, Sikkim, India.

 

 

every breath

like clouds

of smoke disappears

white against white.

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another sunset by the beach

each drop of sunlight

spilling from my hands

back into the golden waves

white foaming at my feet

and miles of pink grains

my soul sinks

while i watch my life glitter in half an oyster shell.

 

Puri, Odisha, India.

 

Failure

That little tug behind the belly sets off the fragile heart
fluttering, legs like jelly, and an audience waiting to be amused
gathers around me.

I have known failure before,

But none quite like this, where the anticipation runs ice cold
and my humour, tired, falls on deaf ears.

I have known failure before,

But none quite like this, where cold sandwich is the only thing I return home too.
A little bit of telly, enough to distract, never quite enough to forget.

I’ve known failure before,

But never quite the way I’m drained out, flowing through the city in a mindless rush, numb and dirty, inadequate in my heart and empty in mind.

Indeed, I have known failure before,

But none quite like this one–
where you aren’t present anymore–
but never you mind.