Nothing remains of
what we had dreamt.
Nothing left of summer,
nothing left of light.
And all we do now,
is look right, where
there's nothing left of
love's sacred geometry.
Never again... Never again
is never coming, never again
was never meant to be.
And all we had, we thought
were love's designs, were
just fate's teeth, chewing us.
Malevolence, biding time patiently.
And now that we've
been swallowed whole,
there's nothing left
of love, left of me...
And nothing left of
our sacred geometry.
Anirban Kapil Baishya (March 30, 2025)
