Before I lose any more time
Here is a sight that would not lose you amidst a crowded loneliness
Because it sees you, beyond the clouds covering your haunted visage
It’s the beating of a heart going berserk
Each minute is a dreadful wailing of an infant dragging its frail body as fast as it can
Each second is a woman screaming at her face in the mirror, she doesn’t recognise the other one – why is she disappearing?
I want to see, I thought I did but it was only wishful thinking
I only sought your pain to dab my ink in something different, thinking that it would help me make a difference –
And now my pages have become tales of darkness that had nothing to do with me
My vision has become the periphery to a loneliness I thought I could erase,
Because pain comes with a filthy shell that only morphs into an addiction upon peeling through the layers;
Thus, I erase my words to make space for your yours – I ignite my dark nights to revel in yours.
Pain makes for the most beautiful conversations, and even more meaningful connections – like a poem that writes itself without even needing your consent, your voice or your ink. It simply breathes in its way, in its own space.
-Nameera Anjum Khan