holi afterwar

our love is two fireballs colliding 
our love is the remains of an afterward 
it’s calmness but with the past of battle 
you and i, war and forever&more 

the gulal after holi on the street 
is a sign of playing with powdered arts 
but it will fade away 
just like the bruises on our hearts 

the silence of your walk 
the silence on your face 
scares me of what will never be said 
it makes me fear the consequences of the unsaid

(hello blog, I will post poems now)