I Discovered Deathlessness Poem by Shivangi Mariam

i discovered deathlessness in a white house
which had clasped blue windows to its chest
they never spoke, the windows
always gaped at the skies where it never rained
prayers or curses, all the same.
sometimes when the sun would come through
the white wall of that white, white house
i would watch it fall and split and spread on the floor, unconscious,
and think of time that once leapt out of the watch
of a young boy killed, his bone
which had clasped to its chest
the blue watch like the blue windows
and the wailing father discovered that time
too splits and spreads and continues to scuttle
along its own irreedemable edges, the father
only the dead boy and the dead watch
like the water so thirsty that it folds and forms over itself
to become a wave and then falls flat on its face, injured.
waking up, when light was only two black roads
and seven circles of orange crossed by yellow,
i would rub my eyes and see
a lady drying her hennah which like the thirsty water wave never dried, only her heart
shrivelled, like a raisin, waiting.
and wasting
would walk another man, pacing regularly, restlessly the rooms
where the wound was always being born, the midwife neatly cutting the umbilical cord between meaning and memory.
death did not exist in the white house with blue windows
only some waves which were brought to the shore
only to recede and perform salt gargles
for an illness that persisted, like hearts of boats persist
in the dying, defeaning sea.
you see, deathlessness is not immortality-
that curse is for the gods, for us only the hungry eyes
that prey upon the thinning air-
it is becoming the hennah on her hands, the watch on his hands
and waiting for the midwife to emerge from the left room on the top
to neatly cut the umbilical cord between meaning and memory.