…it's just that word which
stuck in my throat stops the other words to get out and it’s when something stuck
in throat it tears down the eye lashes and brings down the lyrics of love in
its colorless ink. Won’t I get a day to
say what I wish for her to heed? If it
is my silence is to be blamed it is not me who created it, it’s the God and a
deity.
I wish I get a day alone,
alone with my torments along the side of a river under a tree in a shining full
moon night, light sadly little bright. Leave
me alone for I wish I should cry all night till the sun shines and wash my eyes
in the moving water of the river. Leave
me alone but with a little ink and some papers for it has accompanied me when
everything left me alone, and it is something which I understood and when I cried
it cried and made itself wet with my drops of tears.
I sing to the music of the
space, the universe and write for God to read and change something which he
could do that he wrote in my account. If
I am to be blamed for my mourning silence then let me live my life all alone
with me and my silence that the divine soul as decided for me to do. I still search, foolishly, medicine for the
scars as if it is new wounds but not my mistake, scars pains too. It’s not when you touch, the place that
bleeds, it pains but when you take your hands out.
Tears are not just liquid
to touch and test its viscosity, it’s the mixture of days you missed to live,
words you wanted to speak, something you are holding on to say, residue of
heart, sweat of brain and cleanser of eyes for us to watch the lights.
I don’t know what exactly,
something that hooks up a chord of my heart, stings the vain and stops the
blood that carries life cells to brain and makes me think with the beating
heart. And when brain wakes up it
teaches that hearts are not capable to think and brain is no capable to love.
Not just one time but
hundred times in a split second I thought to spell my heart with my vocal cord
but what stops me from doing so, I don’t know.
I never prayed for somebody to heed my silence and listen to my eyes but
to leave me alone in my abyss in ink dark night so that nobody watches me
cry. I stay in peace, but it torments me
as if it came after bloody war. I stay
in peace alike the planet which I live and planets like each other in the space
given to them to roam in this universe.
Sometimes, even I am in
need of a hand to embrace my hair, shake and say ‘I am there’, pull me down to
lap and say ‘shed all your worries here’.
When I search for one, I found I am stuck in my past and falling down
into ashes like a phoenix when it is greedy for so much of light in the
air. I am greedy for love, burning in
the furnace of life with the tormented soul that my almighty gifted me for my
birth….
Leave me alone, I understand
my silence and my silence me.
Leave me
alone…
I know a God that brings a portion of healing, sealing all wounds while revealing a love that spans from here to the moon. Say yes to His love and soon you will know the feeling of never being left....alone.
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