Ikigai (Napowrimo Day 6)

Unuttered syllables of longing

Softness of petals against the skin

Eyes drunk on horizon//

You need to stand on grass where water hums,

Seeps into the emptiness inside

Mellowing you into the hums of that star cluster//

Then, if you don’t feel drunken

You will miss being desperate for dying hills,

Waning forests and may never hear the silent screams

Of all those beings without syllables

And you may never know love beyond limbs//

Copper pod sways gently with the wind

Outside the window

Showering on lock-down days

Mellowing you into the hums of that star cluster