Her Dreams Cut Open

Picture Credits: Sheela Pillai

She dreamt of the ripples

that mirrored every word in her heart,

she dreamt of the memories

that kindled the past with heavy brushes,

she dreamt of love-struck flowers

that yearned for shadows of the sun,

she dreamt of all the wreckage

the meteors had showered over her soul,

she dreamt of the fingers

that burnt the fire,

she dreamt of the voices

that seeped through the rustic winds.

She dreamt of him. She dreamt of her.

She dreamt of everything the universe

would never understand.

She dreamt of you.

-Vasanthi

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