The charade of numbness and the boat of emotions As it sinks in the river of questions and as I paddle through the lanes I no longer remember Which window is yours? the mind involuntarily questions Neither of them, the heart replies Day and nights are now one n the same The sea and the waves now whisper so strange As I drown in your incessant pilgrimage Unnamed my voyage...Wasn't you my truth? The lie I keep spreading in your lanes As I dive...struggling to breathe, I wonder which door is yours? The heart desires to knock all of them Yet the mind only sees the locks Day and nights are now one n the same Your flaws are now nostalgia and somehow it's me both the stabber and the stabbed Day and nights are now one n the same The clock ticking in reverse the sky crumbling into dust As I paddle and as I search in the depth of your narrow yet entangled memories I wonder why the lamp always flickers...Why no one had it fixed? Since you left...everything has lost its identity and suddenly a new identity in every face I paddle I paddle and I paddle I woke up only to realize...I had lost the way Day and night are now one n same What is delayed is not denied Day and night are now one n the same In the waking world...Your lane was never found again By: Kshitij Sinha 06/12/2022
