Indigo.

Sometimes

Your silence transforms

Transforms into words or action

at times golden

& at times charcoal

unready to disappear

unprepared to take a chance of

the symbolic

life has its own ways

own apparent & ambiguous ways

of silence

unimaginary rhythm this is

insatiable fertile silence

destroying

& at times

healing

the patriarchal order

when just before the sun does

you wake up

witness a silence

your own & everyone you have known

Insatiable fertile silence

crows unarrived

and the infinite fog

making itself at home

sweet

ludicrous

home

final breaths of night

speaking through wordless

showing all souls not only way

is words if the aim is to connect

at times

communicate

communicate the unacted

unspoken desires

on the spatial momential place

deciding the fates

fates of bridgewise juxtaposition

unordinary

& still unseparated from

the light part of reality

inking what is to-be

linking the chains between

inscribing the possibility

whilst creating the orders

orders of astonishing curtesy

curtesy & direction of time

but you are here

looking through the indigo you've

been gifted

take it

take this chance

sun is about to born

indigo will later on return

this is your moment to decide

whether you want to eternalike

silence of the fog

or

voice of the crow

do you want to shout out

or

for whenever

close your mouth

swallowing the unreal truth

silencing its burst in your solary

the sun is coming

look at the indigo

& see

See your own eyes

let the ice get through you

embrace her

know that she will love you

tomorrow too

And decide

Decide what are you going to do

When your eyes realise the fading indigo