Prena Poetry

do you ever dive into the wonder of the ‘multi-verse’ and ask your deepest self what if there is really an alternate universe, where we have never met and nothing is like how it is today or what if there is another reality. where you don’t even exist or another timeline where i am not me and you are not you. and still life goes on and on and on like always, with the same boring set of aureate hue and nameless songs.  but hey, throw apart the bluff,

this is where I live. i am in a universe, where I wake up to an empty bed at 6:15 and drag my self to breathe the air that you don’t breathe.

it is a mundane world with missing parts of ‘you’. bland Sunday mornings, overrated emptiness and

nostalgic saturday nights. believe me, it aches. it’s not the same like in those hundred hypothesis i read or hundred things i  saw in my dream. 



and everyday i wake up to watch the world rotate with deadening conspiracies..and theoretically believe that if we had ever, ever met, we would just be strangers.



─ Prena Subba