The War

Art work By: +Poulami Sarkar 

 

It stretches like a twilight shadow
But from a great great distance.
Walking closer and closer,
the heat touches the skin.
A sun on the surface of the Earth awaits.
We, celestial travelers
like the moon
cold and needy
crawls towards it.
The desynchronization of breath and desire
constructs us
and
deconstructs us.
The chaos drops in for a chat
and smirks
watches us going insane and thirsty.
The cold has its own power, you know?
Like the moon
Like the centre of his forehead
Like a well, neat, almost perfect hairdo
locking and entangling their existence.

The war-
The war should be declared null.
The blueprints are lost
The motives have faded
and
Victory has come to water!
The closed eyelids ceases the cataclysm
bringing in the repose.
All noted down by the unfriendly book shelf!