My dialects have changed now - it's your images that infect my phone like a virus I want And I still have you underlying in every wish of mine and there's still an innate craze born inside me for your voice every time I hear it ; I still open my Instagram in search of notifications that never come , and every time I open my WhatsApp , there's a quest of letters from you
I sit under the bulb in my room thinking about you , Photographing you in my journal in my childlike handwriting that has adult-like pangs from the wounds you gave me etched in its skin like a tattoo , Writing sometimes you too might photograph me as that kid so cinematically foolish in your love , As a kid who bore your name in every heartbeat of his like a mystery .
I still sit in my chair by the window , looking at your photo trying to dig you out like minors dig out diamonds , As the sun trawls down the buildings , Writing prayers in the air that sometimes you too come across my photo and reminisce on how we talked and laughed and danced and ate amidst monotonous economics lessons ; And sometimes when you come across Taylor Switft on the TV , Please think of me and think of my favourite song and think of how I used to hum it to you in the secrecy of the last bench ; Sometimes when you remember your school days after a decade, Please remember how my love for you had become a headline in every magazine and how we were scandalized , Please remember how I spilled water on your shirt cuz I was I just too nervous being too close to your lips -- As of me , These memories will live in my eyes, my tears , my pen , in the pristine pages of my diary , in the midnights when my mind shall converse in songs , in the daylight when the vultures will scrounge over me screaming your name : You'll dwell in my bottle that you once drank water from , You'll be the sole resident of the cold bleak edges of your touch on me .
You'll dwell in my changing dialect, that is my memories of you smoking beside me like Lucifer , laughing beside me like a villain that looked so much like my hero in my movie .
My dialect is changing now into a scribble of thoughts beyond your comprehension -- I like to call it my poetry , the blood my bleeding heart.