Be careful with your words
because they might be
touching places your
fingers can’t reach.
There is no avoiding being burned when
everything involved is a four letter word.
Day 7, for my life in #7daysofblackandwhite, no people, no explanation.
Everyday, with aching fingers, I ink words on a blank sheet. I fold the paper twice and place a kiss upon its side. Sealed in a virtual bottle is what I cannot say aloud. This is how I manage to stay alive.
Your touch has left words on my skin
that now stain my mind blue
the marks remain cauterized symbols
you’ve branded my soul through.
It hurts in a place no map leads to.
Even pirates would not find the pearl lost into intricacies of your scars.
Find your way among the hidden sunken ships and dying coral reefs that is my chest.
Unlock those cages where my unspoken words
reside, let them free and feel their existence.
Reduce me not to the barest of words or pronounce me like I were she.
You have come so close, look around, this part of island still carries our
footprints. I’m afraid that your blurred vision might overlook the renaissance.
I am always close to you no matter how far you are. Our memories sleep
at the tip of my tongue, where your name is soft and warm in my mouth.
Collaboration with Alok Dhuri. Check him out in instagram here.