These days
I'm trying to learn
The art of killing.
I've killed thoughts.
Prayers, wishes.
I've killed a
Couple of people,
Three cities.
Some roads, rivers.
Seems it doesn't
Matter.
I've been killing
The ideas I can
Pen down,
Memories I can
Save.
Reveries I can
Hold on.
I've killed you too,
Last night.
And how hard
It can be to
Let lose other
Vanities.
Friends, parents
Home.
It doesn't matter
Right?
But as I write
This, standing here.
Standing alone.
Like an ocean
That has lost
All its water.
Left with just
Sand dunes and
Salt mounds..
I realize, that
A waterless ocean
Is not even a desert.
It's just a subtly
Flaunted disaster.