they come and go
almost indescribable
turning into actions
are they true and real?
we ask ourselves between right and wrong
we know everything
and yet know nothing
tangible but intangible
thoughts

For years, I have a doubt
Which I still could not make out
Was it your beautiful face
That made me lose my pace
Or the moon-like eyes
Which kindled my love to rise
Was it perhaps your lip
That gave me a beautiful slip
Or was it your cute cheek
Which played with me hide n' seek
Was it your charming smile
Which threw my heart away a mile
Or your twinkling white teeth
That made me pause to breathe
Was that the rainbow eyebrow
That caused my feelings to grow
Or your cute, timid walk
That gave my nerves a shock
Was it your long black hair
That made me simply stare
Or your elegant eyelash
That gave upon my face a bash
I still could not figure out what
How you did enter my heart
The questions that nag inside me
Has got no answer at all to see
But I am unaware till now
How I did fall in love.

are you tired yet? are you tired?

do you hear the screams? do you hear the wails? the pain?

are you tired yet? are you tired?

do you smell the mass graves (you always smell them before you see them)? do you smell the ash? the rotting flesh?

are you tired yet? are you tired?

do you feel the dirt under your fingernails (it’ll never be washed clean)? do you feel the skin rubbed raw? do you feel the muscles so tense that tendons give way? your eyes are still open— do you feel the burn yet?

are you tired yet? are you tired?

do you taste the blood? do you taste the iron? the red clay coating your tongue?

are you tired yet? are you tired?

do you see the blood? the broken glass? the smoke? the fire?

are you tired yet? are you tired?
can you see it yet? can you see anything?
are you tired?

tape your eyes open. you are not allowed to look away.