The sandstorm is just another setting
for this story to continue.
There are no trees in our desert
that could be broken.
There are only lights that learn to flicker,
there is only skin that knows what this wind carries,
there are only roads that will drown.
With half closed eyes you walk out
to search for what you have left behind.
With half closed door I wait for you to return.
I find another quote in another book
foretelling the loveless life that will continue henceforth.
Another book, another friend I must burn
for speaking the truth, for wanting my best.
I am destined to die on the night of a full moon
without a reason, without a witness,
with a piece of broken mirror becoming a new part of my body-
another prophesy that I wish you had not gifted me.
Three fairies sleep in our bed,
who do not yet know the violence of your broken heart.
I hope you get what you cry for,
I hope you forget our names,
I hope this storm saves us from every moon, every sky.
I hope this storm saves us from you.
Oh Nayana. You are such an amazing poet. Beautiful though sad
Glad you liked it dear 🙂
Thank you for you kind words that give me a bit confidence in my work 🙂 Thanks a lot 🙂 😀
I’ve been reading you for quite a while now – and if I may say seen you grow – always good – and now a writer not to miss – exceptional writing this post.
Thank you so much 🙂
Means a lot to hear that. Never thought that such words could be used for my writing. Really thankful that you have such good opinion of my work.
Will continue to work harder at becoming a better writer.
Thank you so so much 🙂 😀
Have an awesome day 🙂
Just let the words flow – they’re there in you for sure.
What an amazing, sharply melancholic, poignant poem, Nayana! Hauntingly beautiful, heartfelt and soul-deep… I love it!
Thank you so much dear 🙂
Really glad that you liked it. Thank you for all the kind words. Thank you 🙂 😀
Such sadly muted anguish
Thank you 🙂
Glad that you liked it 🙂
Hola Amiga. Abrazo y rosas.