Your head is arched, wavy lines and outward forces
I stand here,
counting
the fissures on your lips, the circles around that eye
callous boundaries of
twin buzzing hands
I can hear it emanate
like an infant’s lost message
‘ the dormant conscience ‘
Falsely floating, an appendage to your scarce skins
( regression, backward steps )
Consolidated points of compassion squirm
encrypted now
reverberating beneath my fingertips
I trace your contours, dear human
your hologram is stirring
your hologram is stirring
You cannot perceive all the dimensions that you encompass
You wander on these desolate planes
tracing a circular trajectory
sans love, sans compassion,
humanity buried in you, algae rimmed wells
Let me infuse some oxygen into those creaking cheekbones
Drop a joyous sin on your cheek
Let me draw in strings
your soul from your matter, your foliage, your bleed
~Aakriti Kuntal
Bengaluru, India
Simply superb!!!!