In the interiors of our minds

By Shivani Kadam

Interior of earth collapses
And all we feel is a slight shiver

No wonder it's impossible
To reach the earth’s core

Everythings tolerable on the surface
Droughts come and go

We live

With fire in our hearts
Earthquakes suppressed in our minds

Volcanoes erupting from our eyes
Burning the darkness into ashes

Earth kills earth
We do the same

Thumping hearts dig their own graves
Bloody waves keep thudding on soft walls

Sizzling sphere — inflaming horizons
Sun-drunk cities flood in summer rain

Angels and demons stitched together
Tear each other apart

Starved minds feeding on rotting bodies
Chew on flesh and bone of their own

And yet the bird sings — a song — so placid
Melody bleeding from its clipped wings

Ash — fire — and ash again
Too much to rise and burn for

It was too late when they taught us
It isn’t the sun that rises but earth that revolves


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