Moving in Empty Spaces
You say God and imagine a divine being sitting in a throne somewhere beyond the stars.
I once imagined a naked man with his skin pressed against the sky, looking at the universe through pinprick holes.
You say God and imagine a man with his hands nailed to a cross for our sins.
I think of a man and his hands, the beauty of its gestures when he speaks, or puts on his shirts, opens a can of beer, when he rolls the cigarette and holds it between his fingers, when he writes.
The way they move in empty spaces, the way they hold another being.
I once had a dream, or perhaps a thought of a dream, where I laid with my back to him while he carelessly caressed my crooked spine with the tip of his finger, and I bloomed like a Lotus in the morning sun.
Did you know that Lotus is a sacred flower for Buddhists?
The Egyptians once believed it gave birth to the sun they worshiped.
I am tired of writing you letters in my head and apologizing to the darkness; the empty skies.
But ask me about God and religion again and
I’ll tell you the wrong choices and the right decisions, how it felt to be close to someone that resembles a God, teach you about betrayal.
After all, Isn’t this how religion began?
Nadha is a 23 year old poet exploring themes such as religion, love and grief. Most of the poems explored therein are personal and often incorporates elements that speaks to her background, childhood and her home country; the Maldives.