Friday, 25 April 2025

Of Silences & Solaces

That warmth in your laugh

It doesn’t touch me

It undoes me —

like fire undoes wax


Those grudges

I buried them in lives long left behind,

in memories traded and forgotten —

where love was a transaction,

and silences could be rented by the hour


In the ocean you carry

in those bottomless eyes,

I keep drowning —

blind to my own weight


Every time I reach for breath,

I stitch together a boat out of words —

but you never read them

Because words are for the wounded

For those who find silence

a little too loud


Love...

Love is a cruel thing, darling —

It walks in, wearing politeness

like perfume on betrayal.

It smiles soft,

sells lies loud,

moves in gently,

then feeds on you

like nostalgia eats photographs —

leaving nothing 

but fingerprints on bones


I just want this dopamine crash

to sit still with me.

For this heart to stop skipping

like a tone-deaf pianist

playing jazz

at the equator of an orchestra


I want refuge —

in the fading warmth of your breath,

like a worn-out traveller

who’s stopped asking for directions

because even wrong turns

feel like home now.


I don’t want to be found


I just want

to disappear gently somewhere

where words aren’t obligations,

where silence is still affordable


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