Syntax

By Subhangi Maity

Crimson fractures fold into soundless geometry,

a clock unwinding beneath layered breath,

shards of shadow burn translucent on the tongue

glass hums where petals never grew,

silent equations dissolve between two absent hands,

time fractures, not in seconds, but in scent

beauty drips like slow venom, threatening,

thorns sharpen whispers in the blood’s ledger,

roses wear pain like armor,

their breath a cipher close to skin

a partner’s shadow cast in thorned cipher.

Tulips pulse in softer code,

roots tangled in safer soil,

loved echoes folded in quieter syntax,

colors held without rupture,

the ones who bloom beneath weight unseen.

a ledger balanced by forgotten ghosts,

thorns ink invisible riddles,

the pulse of nothingness blooms stubborn

choice unwinds, a circle in secret,

questions buried beneath silent roots,

where color slips, fractures, remembers.

By Subhangi Maity