If I could reach out to you
Through the crisscrossing noise
Of the crushing static undertones
You would hear your name
Read out aloud
In every prayer I let out
Into this now empty universe.
You are in the crackling
And the sputtering
Of breeze stricken diyas
From all Diwalis past
You are in the daily din of life
That is walking by
Without looking back at the souls
Stranded on cobblestone pavements
And left behind in time.
If I could reach out to you
Through the dense fog
Of distant minds and angry hearts
You would hear my heart beat
With the same erratic thump
That you left behind.
Through the crisscrossing noise
Of the crushing static undertones
You would hear your name
Read out aloud
In every prayer I let out
You are in the crackling
And the sputtering
Of breeze stricken diyas
From all Diwalis past
You are in the daily din of life
That is walking by
Without looking back at the souls
Stranded on cobblestone pavements
And left behind in time.
If I could reach out to you
Through the dense fog
Of distant minds and angry hearts
You would hear my heart beat
With the same erratic thump
That you left behind.
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