There are things,
That I wish I could tell you -
May be seek some panacea
In an hour of exfoliation.
Maybe in that hour,
No words would pour forth-
Because expression wasn't ever,
A strong virtue.
How can I explain the claustrophobia
That throttles me,
In the thought of any future ahead?
Where's any part of me,
Where's any part of me,
With you?
I don't see a symmetry in design-
Just a structure based on individual musings-
Only with 10 heads-
None I like.
The hydra-headed aftermath-
Of desire,
Could wreck too-
Is my worry.
I don't like the elements in your life-
Because none that are now,
Will ever die.
We are not even then,
In thoughts, actions and sense of justice.
We can never see eye-to-eye!
Partnership, must vest itself
At the helm of creation,
Together-
Not living life on individual lanes.
I see you far away-
Floating farther away each day.
I won't pull you back-
You were never mine.
You always belonged to people within
Your vicinity-
Never cared, never dared to look back-
On me.
Sometimes, I fear the faith-
Blindly stored-
Binding in it's essence?
I sink in solitude,
Always so alone.
I never really had you,
With me, completely-
To lose my iron-shield.
Tears come no more-
They are dry now.
Just that I have flung me somewhere
Too remote in these years of wait and watch.
Caustic spirit stokes the flames,
As my heart burns slowly- rotting away.
Maybe I'm cold.
I am scared of the quicksands,
That I see everywhere.
Nowhere is home-
With you too,
I would never know.
Quicksand, be the leit motif then-
Stalactiting dreams.
I wish I could talk to you-
Wish there was a me,
With you too.
Silence grips my days,
As I melt away.
Letting my shadow,
Trace its own path of secrecy.
I am no more the sunshine girl.
Living for happiness.
All joy seems dissipated-
In wait for the past 3 years,
With no relief from the madness.
All the same.
None too old.
Only now too cold.
I'm sinking-
Powerless to cry out for help.
I don't want to be saved.