The dichotomy of your palms and the selectivity of your eyes Why don’t you pull me close as the wind surpasses your emotions...numb, we elope in hindsight Serene river floating dreams surreal your head resting on the vile and menace shoulder of mine Do I even deserve you? My mind murmured No, the universe replied The dichotomy of your palms and the selectivity of your eyes As I pull you closer in the circle of time Your love resonates centripetal and the distance drives me centrifugal Yet the escape velocity could never follow the parabola…the energy the spark the moreish you and dusk where I reside The mass I engulf over the abyss of yours…and the speed of light in the continuity Dear your brilliance is making me blind… The dichotomy of your palms and the selectivity of your eyes As I swivel swindle and interpret the enigma of fate it’s the line of heart that has shot like a meteorite Stern and volatile vulnerable yet all but fragile Twinkling in the silver lining of your tears somewhere in between the life I’ll reside I’ll command the stars to align from Venus to Saturn to Mars all sublime…in that brief moment I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine Our days are limited and the moments of separation range from indefinite to infinite Tomorrow as you are decorated in traditional black…my verdict in your court Will be just a paucity in vehement skies… Order Order it’s your turn to describe and it’s me with my outdated shorthand Typewriter with missing keys and a lever stuck in endless timelines Milord don’t be fast…let the handcuffs be loose I precisely know how I’ll be described “The me in your words is a random misnomer that doesn’t even exist The me in your words is like a winter snowing hollowness emptiness and engulfing the spring you possess The me in your words is accused of murder, theft, abduction, intimidation, assault to even pickpocketing My trial of innocence couldn’t even find a hearing” Thank you for giving me a vocabulary for my unsaid words…order order order as soon I tried to speak the court was adjourned All that’s left is a me that you described in your words a me mentioned in mine a me hanged in yours and a me seeking light being blind A me battling an incessant trial…Mediation arbitrations a trial where all is yours that was once mine The dichotomy of your palms and the selectivity of your eyes You remember me for all I could never be…I cherish you as a thought There’s no memory of a thought By: Kshitij Sinha 05/12/2024
