as long as the embers remember

the fire's not out.

the line above is not true.

it was written in a moment when i forgot

that i could forget too

that moments can surf on the dark

tides of memory

that my memory isn't as strong as i

think it is : it can still be overwhelmed

by the brisk dances of brief moments

and that's all the hope i need

for everything to change.

the nooses that the priests of selfpity

transmuted into garlands are withering

and if we huddle down to gather them

we might turn whine into laughter

transform dirgeful crowded funerals

into private karaoke nights.

~ ajay

18/8/2022