My Liberator
Life asked me, do you love me?
I looked at Life in silence, weighing in her question
Wanting not to hurt her, yet, wanting to tell her the truth!
Did you ever give me the opportunity to love you
Whispered I to it,
Refusing adamantly to make eye contact with it!
Did you ever allow me to love you
What I sought from you, I never got
Only begot I,
Dark pricks in my inner self,
Misunderstood by the whole lot
Trampled upon by the hooves of humankind
As if,
As if,
I were mere filth!
Life looked at me
Then,
Shamefaced, lowered her gaze
And looked away!
I am not to be blamed, said it,
I am ruled by your load of actions and reactions
If you suffer amidst my expanse
It must be surely because so do you deserve!
The silence that settled between us became stifling
So much that I swallowed my gulp, and sought out Love,
Love, who remains bent on his own ego
On his own crescendo, on his own rollercoaster
Why, if Life remains so hard to love
At least Love,
Even if, hidden in between folds of subtleness, remains my liberator!
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Written on 2nd January 2019
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