we are on this swindling terrain
created on a perceived facade
dancing in defiance of the dark
counting those long lost stars
trying to understand, waiting to be loved
dying away our lives
silent to the words
melting each day on the candle wax,
bright and alone at night
rising and falling like waves,
broken and formed blue and white
blood and guts; stories & betrayals
lost and found; meat and clay
love a respite from the loneliness of self
trusting on the lost hand of cards dealt
life the words written between maybe and never
consumed by what we consume
falling back on the steps of the broken words
and maybe we will find home soon
मंच 