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Hovering

 

At the death of all noise of the world.

Amidst our silent whispers,

In that solitude of souls,

And you alone standing between men

When snores soar,

I pray – BE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No one knows

 

No one knows that I’m here

Apart from you.

No one knows among you about me

That this flesh is fresh no more.

That no one can see the rot under my skin

No one smells the stench of my decomposition

You think you know me

But no one knows

 

No one knows

That in the struggle to please all

I’m the unhappiest.

The toil of all my labor rests –forgotten

That all the chains of appeasement – broken

 

No one knows at all

That behind this smiling and shining face

Sits the mansion of rage, revenge and envy.

The decay and self denial of happiness

Is the red carpet I daily cement my feet on

And none of you knows.

 

I am yet to see or be told

Of a confession of an innocent one

But for me

None of you knows

It was only a temptation.

 

To try and be like others

To live and remain alive.

At the expense of life

I lost the chase

After all, no one knows

 

To live in silence is to live a life denied

One temptation can affect many

But one confession not only heals

But also saves a generation

Every word or action counts

Let the ice break.

I will speak

I will speak the words you want me to

I will sing the songs you wish

I will clap and dance but won’t rush

will I carry you

 

Not even the broken paint of your nails

Your ageing braids

Or your sadolin lips

Shall fail the eagle from soaring

 

And I will write this for you

I think of you

For you

‘I love you’

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