The island that blitzkriegs across the universe,
A wall built by light years, now houses
a seed, layered in love,
Half-spoken, interminable dreams.
Whenever the glass is still, you dip the pawn;
You forget that the forgotten memories now screen the undeniable,
You wait for time to turn back.
If we can look back a couple of parsecs,
Nineteen trillion miles create
Little lightnings in time’s banyan sapling.
Seeking the droplets of the I that was there in my-story,
I traverse the solar winds;
Vapour covered glasses in bathroom speak-
Rest now in upturned leaves of welcome.
Mirage is but another reality.
Date: December 24, 2021