You are real.
You are the one.
Today I speak to you –
And I give myself.
Let this build –
Within, whatever I am.
A slow a kill it is.
A slow pill it is.
Your music moves –
Moves my bones
Till they melt to water
And rains down
I will quench myself.
The symphony renders psychedelic,
The tenor sounds clear and sound.
Your magnificence screams through.
It is but an adoration of my love.
It is a confession of my hidden fears.
What do you know of my unrest?
The unrest that shatters through –
This moment of my unpleasant dream
You stand there laughing.
Laughing at my ignorance –
And I repent my inability.
Your rotting bread,
Your blessed grass,
Your roughened sword,
Your perennial scar –
Etched on my very being,
And I fall in despair –
The unknowing –
The unforgiving,
The forsaken –
The dying…
I twist and turn.
I quell and I burn.
I seek peace.
I miss –
The very reason you sent me unto.
Your sun burns me.
Your rains does console at times.
The freeze embitters me –
Till it mellows in watering frost
And yet I complain.
I complain of variety.
I shred my sobriety.
I lay down motionless –
Inert in my senses,
Till you send the thunder of passion –
It rains down on my inglorious being.
I am but just a ‘faqir’
I am but an absolved soul.
Off your generous abode
Cursed to haunt this very land you promised,
And yet I lay at ease.
I have got nothing to ask for.
I have nothing to cry upon.
I have no remittance.
I have no home.
In this wide world you left –
I roam wherever I belong.
And whenever I feel bereft,
Whenever I feel undone,
I hold on to my straining nerves.
And I say –
I am your puppet
You are my puppeteer.
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