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I grew up with a language
Fighting for spaces on a sojourner's tongue
& blended with the wind & tossing waves
A language folding itself into blur memories
To obstruct the rays of yesterday's sun
In the eyes of girls who call sunrise a bad lover
Call me an alien- a being with a body
Stocked between 'welcomes' & 'goodbyes'
My mother said we're not of this world
We're transparent bodies
With openings for the world to pass through
We're only here;
-to wrestle with time:
It's the prelude to existence
Before bumping into demons
Camouflaging with our father's names
And those things that bald their heads
With tales that held the world apart.
-to write our lives into immortality:
Our life is a pen with blue inks
Every word written with her
Leaves a footprint at the birth of every sunset.
- to act our godship(s):
I read this in a book in my neighbour's eyes
'We're gods created on the God level
To break boundaries and write
Our names with its broken pieces'.
-to heal, love and redeem:
Like angels
Our souls are castles of love
And rivers of intimacy
To beings with torn skins
Beings- searching for God only on blank sheets. - to run the run of fate:
A boy would be leaving tomorrow
A girl would be left with the images of her own shadow
A father would say his last prayers in few seconds
A mother would cry and call death a whore.
We're on a mission to the ends
Of everything in the attire of silence.
The day we die is the day our life begins.
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