Look through the eyes that suffered.
The same eyes that mightily blazed through another’s soul.
I’m pleading for a gaze, a gaze that changes all.
Look straight and deeper,
so I could cross and move on from one twilight to the other.
Life will move me there into love.
And into someone else’s thoughts.
There I will remember how passion kills.
How my world, like rain,
has no beginning.

Moved by the thoughts of a stranger for a friend, my words flew unscathed.
Seething.
Eager to shove their words back.
My safeguard took off with my latent soul.
So my words, as my captives, lured by their fancy thoughts ran off.
Ready to wrestle every verse,
down to every letter that composed a poetic mind.
But I no longer want to write.
It makes me weak,
my attitude visible to a critic’s eyes.
A thinker’s battle over a seeker.
The seeker provoking the weary mind.
A chain of battling thoughts.
A never-ending bloom of profound words.

Your stare.
Unfathomable.
Flustering my mind with your fleeting look.
My whole world, distracted by your presence.
Tempting me to reveal my heart’s desires.
But I should look away,
as it is the only cure for a shattered fantasy.
I shouldn’t fail to remember
~ I cannot have you.
So I’ll just walk away and leave with a happy sigh.

Emotionally chained.
To you.
A love with no return.
Locked away in the cage of austere sadness.
Tears.
Meager to shed the taunting laugh of rejection.
Even resounding into the wilderness of despair.
The stars hang lazily.
Weighed down by my wretched thoughts.
Nothing is left with me.
But yesterday’s last hope of eternal sleep.

You taunt my heart as if it’s not taught to love.
What if I shed tears along with my shackling obsession and lose sight of my being’s worth?
Maybe only then will you hear my heart beating ever slowly.
Only then will you see the misery amidst the laughter.
With this silent demise I’ll leave you with a curse
~ in your night sky there will be no more full moons or grand twilight.

The scorched wind dragged me into the immensity of who I am not.
A forlorn life exhaled as a paradox of my being was born.
The mirror seeks for my likeness
but only a distorted image looms
as my heart and soul are strewn across my camouflaged self.
I screamed for the reason why everything of me is concealed
but no one heeds me.
This is my fate.
To be lost and be forever doomed
in this quiescent wreckage.

My silent poetry whispered secrets
of the nights when the moon got cursed
~ because the moon is blamed for taking you away.
The twilight faded into the ocean I cried
and each teardrop’s bruising scream
stopped me from counting stars in you.