that which has been taken away, and cannot be recovered

your kisses are lingering memories
in this forgotten Spring afternoon
the masses are running after us
and my feet have given up,
as I stumble towards your shadow

golden light blinds my eyes
grey figures swirl in the sky
they keep screaming “DISAPPEAR”
our conscience has lied to us

my hands your hands
melting into the ocean
these turbulent tides
make it difficult to exist

Kashmir is burning
the wind tastes rotten
like the flesh of a dead rat left in the sewer,
or the burns on your skin that are beyond healing

the hummingbird has perished
drops of blood fall from above
a thunderstorm that never ends,
overpowering the echoes of tortured screams

Home has lost its meaning.