A look at you and this heart finds peace
knowing that your presence shall be close by,
holding my hand, listening to my pounding heartbeat
on the day when every being stands
defying what I stand for;
yet a fear boils on inside the fire of me
in moments when all ships wreck,
hearts splinter to shreds lost in Ganga
what would fate bring in pleasantries?
my horror of wanting to cry out to you in suffocation,
struggling to move as little as a finger,
dying to let out a scream,
thirsting for a drop on my bruised cheeks,
yet resting my forehead beneath the dejected dark night sky at last;
the dread of knowing your love
but not being able to muster up the courage
to call out to your heart in my darkest,
has it befallen – a worthy rumination indeed for our estrangement.
