By Vishnupriya T V
Dear Virginia,
I mocked you, painted you blue.
God! I had no clue.
Eyes on the fruit,
Ignored the truth.
Called you a coward,
Laughed at you...
For filling up stones in your
jacket pockets
and walking into the river unbothered.
'Cause I had plugged my soul
in the sunshine socket.
With the rays, I weaved a basket.
Now, I'm sitting on the cold rooftop,
Dreaming of a watery grave.
I don't play and I don't pray,
'Cause I don't have anything to say.
I don't believe the brain
is made of clay,
And I don't wanna know why.
Now, I laugh at myself
for laughing at you...