of dust and pain

Megha's World

First Published in Poppy Road Review, September 2018

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The slow effervescence

the vaporizing effect of the sadness

body losing itself to the thin air

slowly and surely

the mothball slowly giving it to the air

its existence and its frailty

and the deep sense of attachment

the ephemeral bond between the existence and frailty

the curled up pieces of the burning papers

with its bits and pieces

earmarking the days and the nights

with its ashen touch

like the sand in the water

submerged and yet to dissolve

you can still feel

the existence of the silt and the sediment

the gelid hands of the reality

pinches me with its

cold fingers and freezes my warm heart

this sacred ritual of dissatisfaction

and time eating time

when the body completes the sacred circle

and suddenly there comes a realization

an epiphany of the sorts

we were all a ball of illusion

soaked…

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