life from the first sight evades sneakily ⁣
from the crook of my eyes and plants ⁣
itself in my mother's lap which is a soft ⁣
stratum muzzled with ripples of clemency ⁣
I was too delicate to know the reasons of ⁣
⁣
from there life looks a lot like incomplete⁣
greetings drooping from my father's ⁣
mouth- stale from gasping the distance ⁣
and softly landing on the crevices of my ⁣
forehead⁣
⁣
somebody takes my name for the ⁣
first time and it sounds like something ⁣
as material as a thunderstorm, that⁣
reincarnated itself just so it could ⁣
fit a pile of exasperation in my mouth ⁣
⁣
the next twenty years my skin becomes ⁣
a warrior breaking down a hundred ⁣
times in a field of bare throated ⁣
sacrifices made in the name of love. ⁣
I held it together with my blood slick ⁣
hands joint swiftly and assembling ⁣
it in a tomb that rips its own muscle ⁣
and bone apart⁣
⁣
I spent my mornings gazing whimsically ⁣
at my mother's lips syncing along the ⁣
recital of a hymn that untangles sacred ⁣
from scarred. that day I learnt, it only takes ⁣
one letter to distinguish riot from rot ⁣
and yet I decayed twice on the edge of both⁣
⁣
my father once said a body is a warzone⁣
in disguise and twenty years later I feel⁣
tangibly naked thinking about it ⁣
⁣
another one bygone and I make love ⁣
to metallic blades dangling from my ⁣
mother's scream. veins exuding streams ⁣
of promises that woke up a stony god⁣
and I'm demolishing it brick by brick⁣
⁣
i told everyone that breathlessness ⁣
doesn't equate to gasping for air in ⁣
your last minute, tenderness is not ⁣
another word for suffering and I am ⁣
scared but never afraid⁣
⁣
i die on a pyre of irrevocable remorse ⁣
gifted to my mother and suddenly, my ⁣
body becomes an alleyway freeing itself ⁣
from the entrapment of this ⁣
kaleidoscope life has been ⁣
⁣
I have only been dead an hour and ⁣
somebody comes to carve a god out of me.⁣
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mokshi