You died on a day of sunshine

Or maybe it was a day of rain

Were you trapped in your own memories

Was the sublime drowned by the mundane

You muddle amidst murals

A promise and a prophecy in each hand

Dancing on mirrors of frozen summer

You forget where your story began

Straining through the ebbs you fall

Grasping a fleeting embrace

The past is peeling off the walls

Your heart is etched on your face-Nausher Nash Banaji Duo