My fellow wonders of Nature,Dust to dust. Ashes to ashes.The truest words ever spoken. We were born with a purposeA ruckus of a fate, not courteousTo any emotions, we’re mere surfers. White lights bloom like artificial suns,Masked saints circle my quiet panic.Steel prayers gleam, cold and precise,They measure my worth in millimetres and minutes. Consent…
Disoriented, I look around. Where am I? Why are there so many people around? I can see them discussing something, but why can’t I hear them? A worried someone leans close to my face and says something. Who is he? What is he trying to convey?He jolts me and the one thing that proves I…
Midnight was meant to be a full stop.Instead, it became a comma. In Bethlehem, a woman cried out softly, her pain swallowed by hay and breath and prayer. In Mathura, chains loosened without sound, iron forgetting its own weight. Two rooms. Two mothers. Two infants entering the world at the exact hinge of time—when yesterday…