Matter of hearts

I have been hit by time and space, Woven by this endless lace. I am tired of this chase. Can I find some peace in this hopeless place? For a decade, I have been fixing this broken locket. Can you find some love for me in your pockets? Bones are getting thick, holding this fragile heart. When I show my scars, they applaud calling it art. Swaddled soul of mine, sulk silently through my veins, When I found our picture in my ripped jeans. A melancholic song I write every day, Staring at the ceiling with an oblivion sight. Nothing in the world has come easy or without a fight. You leave something to get somewhere. You have to untie knots to be tangled again. All this worry of yours will be in vain. I have been trapped with these desires. I can’t comprehend, I gasp upon the beliefs that are futile and cannot transcend. Deep eyes of yours, Busy with the chaos and chores. My dream on your land can be a lament. Will you look in my eyes for a moment? Shattering the glass, swimming the pool of dead dreams, I have gathered my swaying heart to rest. Am I still a story buried in your chest?

Words and Photography Gaurangi Joshi