Sinthome
written by: Kalam Babu
A veil of dreams hums where waves unfold,
not night, but a tide’s unspoken call —
it pulls me, weightless, into starlit sway,
where I am both tide and tethered shore.
It sings from depths no thought can trace,
craving my fall,
yet granting a freedom
that surges through a sea unmoored.
The vast unknown is a chandelier of fireflies,
Each wing a door to nowhere’s gleaming maze.
In dreams, I swim through seas of luminous waves,
Yet see my form, a husk on the bed below.
Sinking through dreams
where the endless takes flight,
I am no boundary, only tide unbound.
Words swarm like fish with teeth of frost,
They gnaw the marrow of my fleeting shape.
Still, within the drift,
a spark persists —
a fleeting glow buried
where language cannot reach.
It pulses in the dream’s quiet folds,
where I dissolve in silent tides,
and there, for a breath,
I am neither captive nor captor,
but simply alive
in bare thoughts that cannot be named.
- Sinthome - May 22, 2025
- Deeply - July 10, 2024
- First Time - April 29, 2024
