Source: whatever made me write this.
Or the peck of your tender lips on my neck.
It was as I recall vividly,
the kiss of your soul planted on mine
Which pierced me.
It was your sad eyes,
when they met mine
It pierced me and asked me
If there was ever a slight hope for us
We were half agony and half hope
But how could I kiss you back
And tell you that
When I love you, I hate you.
I was bound by human love.
Daily I woke up with the manacles around me
And daily I retreated with it into my dreams
How could I let you breathe under my grey sky
when you saw me in a spectrum
Of divine love.
In my mind it was a thousand times yes
But all I could do was stare.
I am terrified of myself.
I have been drawn in another mind
Cut in the spirit and pasted
For some want me to be
Obedient and a model of sacrifice.
Others like me subdued and want me to carry myself
And yet, others who want me to be
Intelligent and have long hair.
I have been all that and
Can say that I’ve screwed up.
Because what if I don’t want to be any of that.
The perfect woman.
I want to learn my sky.
Drink from it.
Then burn it. And,
I want to be my own person.
People made me learn to look down on myself.
And I did that.
I made the sin and hence
I sit with the lump in my mouth.
Screams my heart.
The hurricane calmed down.
And I could see the rainbow.
The sky gurgles and then burst,
Retelling it’s endeavors at love
Crying out the rain
Singing it’s own song for the beloved earth.
But this is my song, despair not my love,
Your eyes and skin will be sung,
In another song, in another being.
And here I will be selfish,
Playing and singing my own songs