The road that winds up
Veiled windows, casket-homes, and stacked bodies line a road to silent, crumbling…
Read more →Ancestral names spill from the sea, sealing a static sky with veiled sorrow.
In between mumbling of holy chants
the sea exhales loud sighs, spasms of
a body receding into its own shroud
rising and crashing against the winds
exhaling another accusation at a stark
tucked in sky, an unadorned sprawl of
distilled whispers, a horizon staring at
a bird’s eye view of an endless jawline
elsewhere, the sun stays stranded like
a stale promise, toothless it engraves
the ocean with bite marks, a jigsaw of
seagulls tear their beaks into delirium
bleached pale, the sweaty shore renews
its affair with the rituals of waxing and
waning, of pockmarked moons, all nine
faces preserved inside a vinaigrette of
nights, shapeshifting into a lepidolite
mélange, stars pine for lulled sound
tracks, smoking like omens, their
glitter is severed from the sky, hush
disappearing into the liquid frescoes
spilling with leftover names of dead
ancestors
the sky an
epithelium
static with
m
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*Maya – (Sanskrit: “magic” or “illusion”) a fundamental concept in Hindu philosophy. Maya originally denoted the magic power with which a god can make human beings believe in what turns out to be an illusion. Maya also means prakriti or Nature, believed to be responsible for concealing the real truths of existence from us beings, therefore creating an alternative reality of delusion prevents the journey towards salvation or nirvana from the cycle of birth and death.