A solitary silhouette

Still marks the place beyond the set.

But in the sharp blink of an eye

The room floods; the spill of light

Ignites hungry hands to spin

Public secrets. This delicate

Thread of connections forms

A web as vast as a chasm.

Share. Like. Comment.

Shades with faces commune in a

Bodiless dance, a dance, a dance

We orphans learnt at the hands

Of as strange deity. These spelt-out

Prayers are offered with no less faith

Than certainty. The eye closes.

A black face stares back blank tonight,

The last reflection of the night.


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