summer

this summer,

less of the Sun,

more like a circuit,

i'm in the memory of

the saddest spring,

flowers, godly showers, 

pale scleras, red outlines,

shifting iris in the gloom,

"fuck this tragedy,

god please say ,

you're lying!" 

the world where 

i could touch and 

tour your transitions

is thriving in my psalms,

i can now sense your

slow-steady silence 

for the teen who grew

into a child in your arms ?

no one will ever 

scrutinize the dices 

i threw in the gamble,

no one will ever 

neutralize the darnels 

you grew in the sanctum,

sealed mouths look

prettier than the 

thoughtless tongues,

healing hedgehogs 

survive better than

the hollowed heathens,

choosing the delicacy 

of the choice when you 

chose me was the 

first choice of your life ,

losing the fear of

losing someone is the 

last loss of my life.

dear spring , summer 

and saline suffering,

will i survive succeeding 

shedding season?

- chetna 🌻