But I don't even mind it anymore,
Understanding is overrated
I understand that much better now,
Than I did before.-
The unfinished dream
That faded into
A memory; half remembered
And half forgotten,
That frightening state
In which you do not know
What's real or not
But which still is better,
Than no dream at all
-
What is beyond explanation?
Or reason, without reason?
Or apologize with eye contact?
Or recognize your lies impact?
Can you spare a contemplation?
Share it in honest conversation?
But keep it at logic and facts
And not emotional manipulation?
Don't worry I don't expect you
To meet any of my expectations.
(For reasons that obviously
Don't need an explanation).-
And some nights don't
The ones that do
Are best
Especially if they're
Notes from you.
(I will leave
The rest unread)-
I came baring gifts
And was not invited in,
While the ones who
Never gave, received
Everything
And those flowers
That slowly died in my hand,
Are probably the only ones
Who will understand
What it's like to unjustly
Forfeiture a spring.
-
To isolate myself
From my own desire,
To sacrifice my tears
Into their fire
But the side effect was
My higher self
Growing into, someone
Even,
Higher.
-
Is a phrase
That separates men from boys
For only an adult can
Canvass, explore and express
The true meaning behind
The words "MY choice"-
I shifted my perspective
In such a way that both
The new and old narrative
Co- exist,
(Hers and his)
And while in between
Two worlds, I'm still lifting
The veils,
To seek the perspectives
I might have missed
(Yes also: the ones,
Which he dismissed)
-
Unlike,
The dark and vacant void
That loudly hisses
It's idle silence
Into existence
There is The Star,
Quiet too, but ever serene
and not inclined to any form of envy,
Knowing full and knowing well
(Showing better, than she can tell)
That everything is energy.
And that her light, does not rely
on any other, but is emitted
From herself
(and always will be).-