A New Dawn As The Chaos Of A True Beginning by Mahbubat Salahudeen

but what have i got to do with living,
being alive is often a death sentence &
a condensed cloud of unfulfilled dreams.

shrouded in a divorce between soul & body,
i have vacated this cave of chaos you call

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life. in the course of events, we become
slaves preyed by memories and shackles, waiting

to be broken by the blandness and tartness 
of days and nights words can not birth.

at the break of day when my eyes tear into the beginning
of a new dawn, life & strife echo in my 
mind when i meditate between being awake and

staying alive. i emerge but forget myself at home_
myself at home. i am home. yet i fail

to remember myself. the beginning
of a new
dawn becomes the chaos of a true beginning of 

a life that continues without existence. these days,
I dine by myself, the world is s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d

on the other side, glaring through a video
recorder. but some place inside me do 

not meet. and so in a year about to die, obituaries lit
mag began publishing more works than any
literary journal, say: death calls for submission

and so I submitted my soul like a poem
to be published in its come-to-die issue