Photo credit: Ajmal Cholakkal
By Wanisha Rizwana
Ever had those nights,
those nights of a tired soul?
Your eyes begging you to close
to shut yourself for a few hours
to rejuvenate, to transform to a better self tomorrow
But there are those visitors
they visit you day and night
and when you turn them down
they riddle your mind for the rest of the night
And when your eyes begin to close,
these visitors never leave you alone.
They punch you right in your gut,
they slap you hard
till your cheeks turn red and your eyes swollen big.
These visitors, they never leave you alone.
The next day you see the person who was the cause,
the reason you were to meet those visitors at your previous dawn.
No regrets on his face, shining with a smile as bright as the sun;
a façade over the devious self
you didn’t imagine to exist behind.
Fast-forwarding the smile, the laughter, the genuine ones;
onto those targets,
there will be arrows tearing through their Ikhawu,
there will be visitors visiting them just like mine.
But closed ears
bewildered by those honey smoldered words,
the trap is set
like a moth towards the fire
like glass fallen on the floor
into tiny shards
just like you did.
Oh these visitors
they will leave you.
Yes, most definitely leave you
when you’re a mess.
Usually superglue fixes all broken things
but, now no superglue
in the name of love or whatsoever can fix what these visitors did to you.
And you’ll wonder, what is left for you to live.