What condition is this
To feel fragile and hollow
To feel pain and to feel happiness?
I’ve come all this way
And you have nothing to say

Nights do not speak in moonbeats
It sends wind to carve
Through the surrender of years
To pull back the false prosceniums
Of thick velvet suffocate

Just a small smudge on
the stained window of deferrals
is tomorrow's only request.
A crack of light spill-through
Even fractured will let go old grief

Perhaps this is why I have come
To tell you in breath
the loneliness becomes light
and I’ll see you again
but not today

words © Malai Carrara 2012

Photography copyright © Nausher Banaji
all rights retained by photographer.