The grief from an oblivious past
has sunken your cheeks
The worries that echo from the morrow
Have bent the corners of your lips
The bows that shot cheers
Are wet with your inessential tears
Quintessential Fears
The lights of a thousand stars are clouded in one dark wrap of suspicion
The hairs have wrinkled
The forehead has turned grey
The battlefield in your gym
Empty platters to fill a void energy
Have robbed your beauty
Its no weight loss, to thumbs up
An irreparable loss to us
Of our Peace.
Perfectionist, idealist, the curious crow that you are..
You kill yourself silently
Unknowingly in pursuit of
the nonexistent
From which galaxies, do these dark colors replace the hues in the kaleidoscope of your eyes
Which ocean feeds the glands in your eyes
You hear nothing, remember nothing, your inside is noisy,
Searching for truths, you think were buried when you believed…
From the pedestal of your justice,
Me, the victim is the accused
And you, the victim of this victim.
What craziness the world believes that a man could sin against a woman, and not vice versa… And even you who love me, speak the same, bathing yourself in the murky waters and battling to prove my sin.
I am worried of the crazy ways of your self torture…
I am no insensitive rock to see you sink into the loose soils of the accidental past..
I am trying to pull you up, and getting sucked instead..
Verses from the Heart 