She looked into the rear-view mirror to see her parents, leagues away from talking terms and smiled a faint smile.
It said, “Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.”.
Much before we spoke,
trees talked with winds.
Dried leaves fell on roads,
stepped upon, they talk,
Was it always a monolog?
Much before the Clocks,
time wheeled the same,
it saw, felt, remembered,
and webbed an endless yarn.
Did time imagine reality?
Are we a fairy tale?
Continue reading “Much before.”
For years now,
sent you postcards.
if not you,
Your postman is in love.
“What is the time there?”, Mom asked.
“Ten thirty”, he said looking at his watch.
So desperately he wished their watches to tell the same time.
They killed in the name of almighty.
With every kill, they helped him,
cleansed his lands,
doing what he(all powerful) couldn’t,
lending a hand to the feeble god.
Just because priests preach it
going out killing your god is not faith.