If I walked to the ledge where the sun sets,
would I fall off the edge of the earth?
Or are my words merely mechanical toys
on which you build home and hearth?
I had a dream once but it shattered
left me clawing at the one who gave me birth.
Now I try to fill shoes that were left empty
Ill-equipped to prove – or deny – my worth.
What is worth if it requires proving,
tumbled thoughts gone in the blink of an eye?
Where do you go when you need soothing?
Where do the tears go when we do not cry?
If you ask me, silence is the best seasoning
One day all your noise and spitfire will die.
One day I too will go out quietly blazing,
A lone phanush in your smoke-filled sky.