a poem by Feroze Varun Gandhi

In dreams… I fight different wars of ashes and absolution
Entering an undefined freedom
The smell of burnt time finds its captor
in an orphaned sky
Losses find their way
to the tomorrow that has passed
Dreams that fail
carry their own answers
with a fierce smile

Mine is a short history to harness
If the sea is a symbol of my love
then let truth be the first dialectic
and red the colour of my blindness

By the river dark
A thousand stories deep
I lay my sense of regret
I kneel before the sigh of the sunset
I wait for the truth to smooth these rough silences
I wait for the night to swallow my memories