Anger, judgment, intolerance
We shout and scream and explode tears,
Words suffice, to tear a gaiety heart apart,
Are words not enough to mend one?
Whisper to me, all the words you want to hear,
So may be they would bring you to me near,
This night, you stabbed me. With your silence.
The next night, will you make any difference?
Who are we?
Are we at wars, battling without knowing who is right?
Are we lovers, roaring like Lions for an everyday fight?
My chest is burned, turned into ashes and fled with the wind,
I have nothing left. Not even a smile on my chin.
Why are you silent now? Talk to me.
Touch me again, tell me I'm the most attractive lady,
Even if that is a total lie, It will give me a sleep.
Do people call a person who begs for love, a beggar?
Do people call a person who lost a fake love, a loser?
I am drowned in my own hell of questions,
I am drowned to a lake of fear, of losing you.
M