Algebra
by Purbasha Roy
We wait on either sides of algebraic expression
our variables holding unknown shapes
of all highway metaphors
reflections of what we learnt of distance
sometimes to ease our entanglements
we revise edges to shrivel
something drifting our oblivious expansion
metamorphosed to a black hole
none of our versions wanting to abandon me
compressing our imagined sequels
into singularities of loneliness
when random frequencies of wind
get drawn towards winter gravity
shadow lines of our shapes shall rebound
the way I close doors plunged
to meanings of unfamiliarities
I was told our futures are our arriving pasts
we keep holding onto
our variables holding unknown shapes
of all highway metaphors
reflections of what we learnt of distance
sometimes to ease our entanglements
we revise edges to shrivel
something drifting our oblivious expansion
metamorphosed to a black hole
none of our versions wanting to abandon me
compressing our imagined sequels
into singularities of loneliness
when random frequencies of wind
get drawn towards winter gravity
shadow lines of our shapes shall rebound
the way I close doors plunged
to meanings of unfamiliarities
I was told our futures are our arriving pasts
we keep holding onto
Purbasha Roy is from Jharkhand, India. She is a poet who wants to see this world through spectacles of poetry. She has been published in Bewildering Stories, Teesta Journal, Biscuit Root Drive, and has an upcoming publication in Rigorous Magazine.