Entwined

By Adharshila Chatterjee


The moments halt.
They pause,
And look beyond.
They stuff time into their pockets..
Like stolen candies,
Safely crammed away.
Like decoction of dreams,
Preserved.
They glitter in the dark
Like succulent oysters
In a lunar bliss.
They play.
They gnaw.
They cry.
The touch of sand
And of salt
Overwhelm their
Coarse wounds.
Bodies glow in the
Harsh night.
Entwined.
They claw their ways
Through alleyways of
Sweat and rain.
Delve in deep...
A netted sleep,
A lifetime of oblivion.
An impasse.

A sharp dawn cuts the sky.
Yet again.
Yet again.
They taste the air...
The cursed breath of sycamore.
The moments halt.
Aloof,
They pause,
And look beyond.
Spent.