My words are as confused as my emotions
Writing or not writing
In this language or that language
The medium between my mind and hand
Is in a snoozing mode
I love you I want to say
But my mind asks me to withdraw
Love needs time
Needs the means
Needs the knowledge
Needs you to be ready
You cannot be in love with a click
My mind warns in vain.
I bring myself to a halt
I go and caress my awaiting in a fuss heart.
We need to calm down I say
She (mind) has a point after all.
You cannot just declare love to someone who was just a stranger yesterday
My heart shrinks
My words retreat
I collect my poems
My sentences I have been gaily composing and throw them away
It is not time
I close my eyes
I sneak into my disappointed heart while my victorious mind is at a winner’s rest
It’s not time
I try to rationalize.
When is time?
He (heart) looks at me with awe
I don’t know.it is just not time.
It is not right. Love ends in pain
And you cannot afford more pain
A statement I lay down with confidence
I feel amazed by my shrinking heart
Cuddled in despair
With all the injuries love and its consequences have each time caused.
Struggling for a breath with the disappointing discourse
It is love that makes me handle this pain
It is this assumed pain that makes us heal
Imagine our life without pain
My heart looks at me with tears
Surrendering to my will
Or so I thought
It is love that drives us into finding that hidden path of existence.
It is with love and it’s disappointments that we can make sense of the difference.
My heart is philosophizing while my mind is snoring in its victory.
I look at me
My eyes give me a gaze
You are in love it confirms.
I escape or my childish smile
I am in love …
How worse could it be?