flux

lately, it is as if

our limbs,

head and torso

are all knotted up

with our minds

lately, it is as if,

a spider-web has fought a storm 

back

to the spot wherefrom

begins total recall

lately, oceans go as deep

as they have been going

on and on

since ancience

driven, it is as if

by the fuel of time

lately, time runs fast 

& furious, like obvious rhymes that befall

in silence, like they are to befall

the night, of perfect indecision 

when cicadas rained

lately, creatures of the rain

creatures of the ocean

swimming, attempting 

evolutionary leap - seeking to fly

writhe, beseech,

the history of our sweet homestay

words fumble to silence

scriptures make no reply

stars,

like dying clockworks on their respective deathbeds

on their respective isolation chambers

polite, faithful towards oranges

and philately 

remembering zebra crossings on sunsets

they shoot, they fall, 

they fade

behold the polite beings!

defeated, decayed, celebrating,

arms raised on air

mind and body flung, tossed,

sunbound, moonbound, driven, 

as if, 

by all endgame curses,

by all toxin

slandered out

of all forked tongues

that express. Behold the carnival,

the great pain, entering

the cave where it all caves in,

abject

do they leave their auras behind?

do those among them who are trees

leave their shed leaves behind?

lately, it is as if,

sadness, having turned

its face back towards all people

and things that are sad, 

speaks out, soft and clear -

"you are beautiful

every morning when i look out of the window

the rising sun shines with your face

every evening,

the sun sets in the west"

That, it always does.