Prena Poetry

it was the tenth of june and the sun was shining bright as her eyes. shirtless and in trunks—so hot i don’t remember the last time i touched something warm. one hot summer night i heard someone calling out her name, and when her name ended, it took me back to many years ago.

she sitting next to me holding my gaze more than the teacher in front or the white board three meters away from where we were falling in love. (calls out my name) the voice, the we way and the sound. i never met anyone say it so right before. no matter how hard i tried to obliterate, it keeps taking me back.

with just one blink I’m back in june scrolling through social media. desperate to see her face, her smile and her voice which was music to my ears. i would hop in my fathers car and go to places, flowers every where , you can see the sky clear blue when you lean on evergreen grass.
i would only have one wish, where she would sit next to me, her palm on the tip of my knuckles and her head leaning on my shoulder and slowly falling asleep in my arm, when she wakes up we’re in a middle of a kiss where sadness and sorrow doesn’t exist for the both of us.

i was there prepared sweating on the heat of sun all though i knew i was walking towards the moon, and she was there too, but with her sun, and there i was, not knowing who i am to her or to myself, what’s the meaning of myself to this cursed world. “and even though it was thirty six degrees out there, it snowed”.

Pranai subba.

P.S this piece is written by my younger brother.