Flood of Posts: Year-End Celebration

it feels,  
more ordinary than birthday candles---  
their flicker timid, gasping,  
pleading to shadows.  

even more ordinary,  
the trace of rain on roads forgetting edges,  
like names  
blurring in a dream.  

it feels,  
birthdays never truly  
held meaning---  
let alone departures.  

what is celebrating?  
perhaps it's just the soul's way  
of weaving shadows over ashes,  
while denying  
the loss faithfully slipping  
into each second.  

still yearning to exist,  
even as mere fragments of echoes,  
faintly reverberating  
between being and nothingness.

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M Sanantara
Bgr, 28012025