Randomness

By Simran

In this abode, every random touch feels like a stone that just brushed past my arms The movement of wind by blades of the fan or flickering of light in a blink, it all crumbles when i sleep with my mind under heavy steps and a fragile breath I feel connected to every leaf and branch till someone points out i have weaknesses all around me and still there people making me their home.

I tend to flow towards lively thoughts which exist so strong in my eyes, that this threshold keeps getting shorter until one day it vanishes, with me into the randomness.

In rectangles, I'm looking at humanity and in smoke my heart burns

like incense, slow and burning

smelling like home, smelling like my mother praying for magic in my randomness.

By Simran