potent hill
i can't thank you enough,
for i know now what yearning feels like.
i gave up
on sewing back the fibre
of the ribbon which broke apart,
each time i was a pinch away from your embrace,
each shattering moment of the hope i fabricated,
speck by speck.
each fleeting second i thought i was there,
i was always almost there.
must i deduce the excruciating pain
of being so close yet so far,
for each night when
i choked on my breath,
as i crossed out second after second
from 60 to 1,
the moment i saw the clock strike
23:59,
only to watch it shapeshift to a series of 0's.
only to delegate to another today your duty;
you flee
from your responsibility,
and then blame me,
for being too lazy,
you-
you never fail to betray me.
yesterday mocks me,
snickering with scorn
as it haunts me in the mirror,
with the ghost
whose candescent pupils i refuse to meet,
for i have watched its coruscating armour rust.
but at least
you taught me that the world is round,
as i cycled into the circles of todays,
when i grabbed to embrace
moments like butterflies from palms,
slipping from a hairsbreadth away.
as i hopelessly crave
the surreal existence of
the sixty-first minute,
the twenty-fifth hour;
to the week the eighth,
to the month the thirty-second,
to the year the three-hundred-and-sixty-seventh day.
how does it feel
to keep someone waiting for that long?
to be worshipped in absence
while my soul torments itself
lingering on to your advent?
-kripa
rocky socket
bitter reef
round swan
woven dagger
cunning portal
unborn hare
midnight wind
wary thorn
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lusty hornet