Crashing Memories

By- Devika Aji

I'd like to remember you

as a seamless daydream

unfolding against the soft sky

blending into the effervescent blue

bleeding with the soft green

of the floating flowers that pry

about the tiny rays swirling into

algaeic lovers arms

a collection of car crashes one

can't but help looking directly at,

made with an assemblage of

stars made by a five year old—

the memories drawn on our yellowing walls

reek of combustible pipedreams

there are no ceilings, at all,

we refused, remember?

no ceilings was the deal

but you do not remember ofc

we used to say

we are not our parents

but through and through

you and me

we are what are parents used to be

in different permutations

our perspectives very much influenced

by the words we read

by the moments moulding

by the kinships and betrayals

But what is betrayal ?

what is trust ?

the succumbing notion

of self debilitates into a mutiny of

sadcore desires and

pointless conversations

but then you appear as a nightmare

decaying, devouring but still

i choose to remember you

as a beautiful crash crash

a daydream that continues to roll on.