horizon

we have thrived 

our different pains in 

different backgrounds,

you kneel down 

to warm cold ashes 

of your regret 

i am glaring at

your buoyant eyes

but frozen in wounds,

      "once your green 

       and my blue veins 

       blended in our skins 

       to colour us sanguine,"

now pieces of stones 

block the conduit 

of my blood flow,

our suns of old spring 

sent clouds down to

the earth to soak our 

slate hearts in the

need for bright skies 

but i am standing fragile 

on the horizon our 

suns can no longer know,

my prayers can never

rise above my own 

grief like bricks held

tight in cements,

you were the only 

to de-calcify the 

unsaid and unheard 

mounts of laments,

you're still sitting

on knees , i'm not

yet done carving my 

gloom in your eyes. 

- chetna 🌻