Aftermath

i see it
now
i see
how it

really is

the smoke
the smell
the stains
the hate

i see it clearly now

behind
the veil
i see
it all

the horror of it all

something
burns
hurts
itches

बहुत कुछ जल रहा है|

kashmir
paris
bombay
मेरा दिल|

too many pieces lost

i hear it
the silence
after
the loud

BOOM

it has
become
my
lullaby

nobody sings me to sleep
anymore

in my
stomach
a
rage

i feel it

it
consumes
eats
destroys

me.

i wonder
deep down
if in
reality

the numbers even add up
if they ever add up

i taste
ash
blood
tears

perfectly seasoned

ready
to be
served
with a

side of hatred

i smell
its novelty
and its
unfamiliarity

i smell the dead

और
कब तक
यह
चलेगा?

the new consume
the old consume
the new

and now
my senses
are
more perceptive

than they have ever been.

my eyes
closed
my nose
blocked

i can no longer
see or smell
it

my tongue
devoid of
taste buds
stripped of

a voice

my
ears
scarred
by the

screams that
always echo

louder
louder
each time.
i can no
longer

taste or hear it

my hands
and
my feet
now motionless

their agony
shall soon end

everything
i touch
what if
my fingertips

could fix the broken
restore the dead
familiarise the unfamiliar?

i can
no longer
access
it

i am–
bare.

my body
is giving
up on
me

but i am fearless

here
don’t

fear me.

 

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