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Window (opened)




The video was less than a minute long

And it was in bad quality

And now I will use it as a metaphor for

things that have happened already and things

you wish lasted longer


The window, (opened) was an invitation:

“I will wait for you at hyacinth house.”

The plans were made and everything, but it was cancelled

last moment. When was last moment?

Oh, last month. Last year. Last train. (Trains are longer than years.)


Reading (aloud) your text gives me the same feeling

As reading letters displayed in a museum


Don’t ask me why

but it has meaning


Why couldn’t you come along with me?

I couldn’t. There was somewhere else I had to be.

It’s okay. Maybe next time.

Everyone left and I couldn’t sleep. It’s okay.

There was someone else I had to be.


Is it okay to remember?

I know the window is closed now, and


I am outside.

(I watched the train ride video again tonight)


As long as I wait, I told myself. I was

waiting so earnestly, measuring the distance

between emotions.

When something ends, does it cease to exist?


You said (smiling): maybe. Little by little.


moss

Kamala Nehru College, Delhi University


It is obvious that moss lives in a forest and not in the sewage. No, moss is not the green stuff growing on the concrete where your A/C water is dripping. And the thing that spoils bread is mold. Now that that's cleared, the things moss likes the most are taking pictures of clouds, drawing anime fanart, and reading. The poems they write are a result of being frequently possessed by ghosts who have a lot to say. Apart from darkness and moisture, moss also needs friends to survive. Unfortunately, moss is too funny and many of their friends have already died of laughter.



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