Almost a jaded body,
I am marking my steps
to fall just next to you,
expecting a perfect moonlight
and counting on the fingers
to see if the opposites meet.
What we said last night about
the cages we have been living in,
forging and reforging in our sleep,
it's a lie of the mind -
a perfect illusion of the conscious,
anomaly in our theory
and what will we discern in the moonlight,
with slight tremors beneath our feet
and crackling of stars above our heads
that we are,
but only rising in these times of our lives.
For Akshat.
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