By Yashasvi Singh
Peeling the happiness from your hands that carry the stars of the place where you belong.
Your hand claws down my skin
Tearing it down to my rib cage
Wrapping instantly my torn body and visible brittle bones with your existence.
You blow like the summer wind over my face that holds my Fragile smile with my visible and missing teeth.
You hold my hand,
Where your fingers speak poetry to mine
I manage to grasp
some of it with my empty hands
holding on, for too long.
You've always held me in the flickering crowd of familiar and unfamiliar faces,
You cradle me in your arms
I seep down the universe you carry in your raw and tender arms ,
Which calms my wilderness like I have come home.
After all, loneliness you’ve
loved me enough
have been the home where I have belonged.