A name on my mind
Like clouds on a clear sky
Nothing else for miles
Tag: thought
Treasure hunting
In my cousin’s backyard we dug for buried treasure. We dug till the sunset and till our parents voices called out for us. We lost their voices by digging. We found a rusted bullet from long ago, we found a broken arrow from longer ago. It was too early to stop, who knew what else we could find?
We found campfire set by ancient men, we found tusks and bones. We dug deeper to the terrible feathered monsters, we dug through the time of lizards and found the ocean floor. Further still we went and drowned in the molten earth. We dug and burned till everything turned to dust. We dig through the universe, a knife cutting through god to see what came before.
Time reading
While reading, time passes quickly. Look at the clock while you think about it. Reading kills time and time kills people.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Lose something everyday. A set of keys, hours badly spent. In the time it takes for a bruise to heal, for hair to grey and for you to notice- it’s too late. Everything has passed just try not to miss the rest of the show.
Ave
Hello distance,
You’ll always have me
Remember.
Your endless laughter,
Your skin like summer.
Why do you lament?
Just lend me your lips
So I can sweeten them.
Lift your head through storms
At least we’ll have those days
Which went on forever
Like your curls and the depth
Of your light brown eyes.
Tell me your dream again,
No tolls for the emperor of dread
No one has escaped yet.
Tears from Ceylon
Won’t cut through fate.
I’ll remember crimson grins
and flowers in your hair.
Write to me, dear friend.
We’ll see where we go.
Dream blur
I hear the sun fill the room,
Before daybreak.
So in a day dream
Had everything I need.
Say nothing and I’ll
Love you in a day dream,
I’ll open my eyes
When I want to land.
Summer Moth
A summer moth drew near
And seemed to dance in her flight
Telling me of her travels,
And what she’d seen,
dwarfed by the universe.
She flew again; I bid her well.
One Bullet
A bullet is all you need, after all it’s a lifetimes supply.
Rijul Ballal 