Cry Not Heart
Cry not, my heart,
Lamented I to it,
As I held it tenderly in between
The palms of my hands!
Cry not, stop your bloody tears
And open to me
The secret hideaway that leads
To soothe and fulfilment!
Why would you cry
When the existence that you lead
Is founded on uncertainty?
Why would you cry
When the life that your body carries
Is meant to be extinguished someday,
Leaving not even a shadow
Of smoke
Dancing lazily in the air?
Pray, heart, bloom, rather,
Bloom into a garden
A haven for fairies to enjoy their laziness
A romance for youth to indulge in
A tune for believers to engulf themselves in
A pillow for the tired to rest on
A cup of coffee for the stressed to sip on
A kiss for those who yearn of it to drown in
A bed for lovers to burn in
An eternal realm for seekers to dwell in
A garden, heart,
A garden, that would easily daze
The human gaze!
Cry not my heart,
The tides ebb away
So shall the throbs
The nails shall be hammered in
And you shall quiver no more
The body shall turn into ash
And then,
Heart,
Trust me,
You shall feel no more!
Cry not,
Cry no more,
Smile
And laugh
With your own inner heart
So that it may be reflected in the shine
Of your tear spilled eyes!
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