Don’t tell me about something
I have always known

Don’t tell me something
I never wanted to know about

Ignorance at will
Ignorance otherwise
Is bliss wonder why

Mirrors and lakes
Rusty or fine, edgy or divine
Overcast sky, they defy

Pain must be miserable
Alone, in its game
Inflicting, breaking
Gaining shame

Was its learnings easy
As a novice
Did it improvise
Was it pained

Tenacious, it must be
In its ways
To befriend
Know thy subjects
A Prerequisite, a norm

No pain, no gain
That’s the motto of pain
Knowledge it imparts
Impartial in its game

I respect myself
So do you

Age is just a number
We all know that

But still we respect
That’s how it is done

Better late than never
We learn
We have to that’s the norm

There are ways to win a war

No more fencing with you
I have crossed the fence

I lay my armour down
I respect the domain

In our heart of hearts
We knew
The boundaries were meant to be

I respect mine
My sanity I reclaim

Hope
Lay in silence
Rebuked and renounced

Abandoned
Feeble its voice
But fair

Frail
Its hands, paints
Patterns of life

Silence and hope
Have a pattern
They paint

Bright
Colour on the walls
Drew grace

Hope resurfaced

I crawled into your day dream
Where the soft cool blankets lay
Safely
Fell asleep
And
That
Is
Where
I want
To stay