A Discarded sheet
Of heavy lines—
In clumsy handwriting,
Jumbled droplets of tears and thoughts.
Blended together on paper—neat.
I crumbled those thoughts
and threw them on this impatient floor.
I saw the air peeking through the window pane.
Trying to read through my ink-bled disdain.
With concerns—
yet without a condescending twitch.
It tried to ease my pain away
Stroking my pen, spilled ink
Jerked on the floor.
Unable to collate my noises.
Different vibrations
of a same note.
A Presentiment of old voices.
My Stained hands—
Were now coloured in blue and black.
Challenging tradition and culture.
My bursting nerves
are now doing a vibe check.
I am loaded with your memories
While walking down this life's track.