lost

somewhere

between the lines 

on every page

and

between the words

that you said

i lost myself. 

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open

you make me feel

like your fingers are peeling open my mind

turning it inside out

forcing my nails across a chalkboard

leaving white trails

a warning

a taste

of everything that is to come.

colours 

brown

blue

green

they were all so beautiful

in your hair

they reminded me of sunshine

and of green pastures

and i could only watch

as another

flooded it with fire.

amboli ghat

 

i can feel

         the earth

                  rumbling

                           underneath

                                   the stony steps

                                                 and trickling

                                                              waterfalls –

                                                                        a poignant reminder

                                                                        of what is really ours.

thoughts

flow

let me flow

like the light of the stars

across a dark sky

like the river

across a mountain

like a dewdrop

across the edge of a leaf

until my particles have scattered
into nothingness
and i am alive
with this echoing
constancy of non-existence.