Some days
under the yellow sky
It’s just the
two of us.
Two voices,
two point of views
Sync up
like best friends do
But on
those skyless days
When time,
its own linearity sucks away,
I am split
into quite a few.
Everything
falls silent. Tidy too.
But my
closet overflows,
with voices-ancient
That don’t belong
to me.
They are
gifts from beyond,
Many lives
lived. Ages ago.
They ramble
and shout
their innocent
lies
refracting a
single point of view
- Anubha M
P.C- Anubha M (Murakami Library-Tokyo)
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