Resolute flames of candle burn on my windowsill
catching your white still fierce memory laughing in the atmosphere,
Tonight, I rebuke the ashes and the time of Thar
to halt, a clock eating another clock somewhere
If I slit tomatoes with you, you shall give me memories and formations.
For you create footsteps and geometry,
Carrying your dainty artistic eyes in the paintings of my body
I replicate you, I replicate your duties, Mother
And I learn the process of Catharsis from your bellybutton
I sew your words to my hairdo, swaying
singing your touch around,
And I pray and pray
like rainbows touching a slice of paradise.
For, I shall always be You.
P.S – To my everything, my Mother.