Glitches In Light Poem by Nishchal PS

Your smile
breaks the order of morning activities
a glitch in the algorithm of light.

Eyes:
Two colliding galaxies
Or maybe just reflections of my own gaze
questions that it itself is unable to answer.

Why are you beautiful?
This sentence fractures
'the world borrows your syntax, '
then forgets the punctuation.

Laughter that sounded like a loop of a record being
reverberated through rooms that never were.
every glance-can unwritten narrative,
every breath- a currency I cannot spend.

Beauty:
not a thing,
not a word, not a phrase,
but the shadow of meaning
sliding across the architecture of reality.

And you,
Simultaneously present and absent
Teach the world
To see itself
to see itself sideways.