Porphyria

I found a wishing well inside you

Until you time travelled to the time

We talk no more.

A bond stronger than lovers can imagine

I lost you to a ripple in time

A decade ago.

Surely you dream in infinites.

Hold the fireflies, honey.

Put them in the jar you’re in.

I hear your melancholic whisper.

It doesn’t brush past my ear however.

What’s that?

Tell me about it again.

I wasn’t listening while you were away.

Or when you were there.

Catch those fireflies honey.

And save yourself from the jar I locked you in.

Cross the boundary, and kill;

The chain of hallucinations

That feed on your brain with incest production

Before the sunlight claws on you.

Oh and honey?

Did you capture the fireflies yet?

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I know that this is off-topic, but i wanted to wish my brother, Pavan Menon for his birthday in advance.

I typed down this poem while surfing through my gallery and found his pictures. He is going to turn 17 this May 18th and it’s my first time away from him when it’s his birthday.

My brother is my most favorite human. my world revolves around him.

Till his age of 7, he was a normal child with amazing intelligence. Now, he suffers from Porphyria, an extremely rare genetic, neuro-metabolic disorder. the symptoms and consequences of it is what i have listed in my poem along with our nostalgic days and my perspective of what it really might be in an alternate universe. ( if you wish to know more about the disorder, please feel free to email me at panchu.4444@gmail.com  ).

so, this poem is a tribute to the most smartest person i know, the most humble and caring.

however, there’s not a single day that goes by where i don’t wish for you to be normal again. i should have listened to you a lot more :’)

I’m Sorry, Pavan.