Blurred images swim outside my window.
A mirage in green hues shivered.
Flowers look strangely like
the vacuum above.
Birds swim past as wet
blobs, why do they look like
fish-out-of-water, lost and mangled.
Square then rhombus now swims my window.
I let them flow, burning tears without a swallow.
Lest those hot tears reach my heart,
which, underwater already
swims, weary valves
it’s grave, red-waters.
Taking a breath too scary,
Lest tears reach my brain in big haste.
Lacing salt on those hurting, fresh & old sorrow.
The flow charts its course as the dam bursts.
I let it flow till it dries, on my cheek
and on my lap, on fire were
the red-orange flowers
on bare-twiggy branches.
Very chirpy the birds were.
Sun shines bright, his warmth I seek.
Will sit there till birds, go back to their nests.
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