If I can look into the eyes of my lover
and see an image of myself
then it would seem that I'm loving myself..
Deep, deep into the eyes of my lover
I look but don't see her love.
I see my own song.
My heart touching her hands in perfect harmony.
Of life and love and happiness.
I made my way through the shadows of my heart,
Lost and lonely, into the past,
Where many a days I had fought with the dark
And emerged beaten and scarred.
Through its seldom trodden paths
Of innumerable counts of fear and folly,
Exhausting my hope and strength to survive
I tried to make my heart be free.
In the deepest of its corners,
A voice said, "freedom, it doesn’t belong here"
And yet I swam through an ocean of wrath
To find, yes, to find my fear.
For once a great man of old,
Speaking to no-one, coughed and said,
"Fear is weakness, fear is death
Remove it, you shall feel no cold.’
But fear gnawed at those places
Where lay a thousand dead faces
Deep within my very soul.
How can I battle my very soul?
Come closer. Lay your hand,
On mine, between the hate and jealousy
Of a thousand days of sick solitude.
Come closer. Give me your soul,
Give it to me on a platter of suffering.
Your eyes seem to talk differently,
Your mouth moves with uncertainty,
Maybe with deceit.The corners twitch.
But I can see through the veil
Of acquired happiness.
Your words have a ring, hollow
Bells in a church or a death toll?
Seemingly near, but squint, it disappears,
Your heart deceives us, you and I.
I and you- the words don’t sound together.
What is love?
If I was deaf, dumb and on a wheelchair
Would you still profess love so openly?
You know and so do I
That one day it will come to me too
In a rage of cries and crimson breath.
Hate is real.
One cannot exist without the other.
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