Posts Tagged musings


I haven’t seen how the wilting
Made you chase rivers and the savage
Churning of the waters on your body

Made you sob loud enough
To wake the dormant depths of other rivers

The mountain today is silent
All its mournful serenade are muted

everytime the stories you weaved
Are graceful as the flooding that took
Houses crops and dreaming of mud people

Stories of moon falling like fruits
Breaking like eggs and revealing the suns
You stole when you became nameless
In regions where everything dry
Is a celebration of abundance

Today in the savagery of your nakedness
In your honesty the crevices where
All those forcibly lost are found
Tagged named and are lost again

I felt them again
Like how it was back then
When wilting and greening
Is felt not seen.


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