The graveyard is a place of beauty – said she looking up at the sky.
You try to put her into words,
You fabricate myths
Around her existence, goals, and motives;
One often tries to decode the unknown,
A vain attempt to ease one’s existence.
The caprices of a woman,
Are similar to Nature’s
For she is the personification of it.
The calmness of her mature perspective
Is similar to the soothing waters,
For she is the embodiment of it.
The Woman is a being not to be understood and analysed,
Though she is the essence of wisdom.
Like the emotions,
Human, feel the beauty of the creator;
For if you consider God, Masculine
Feminine is the Universe.
One cannot exist without the Other.
The ego speaks through the knifed tongues,
Filed by the experiences of elation.
We assume we know the cosmos and its deterrents,
Have you embraced humility?
The knower speaks of a bibliophile
‘thou art a bookworm’
The bibliophile a humble soul ponders –
Educating the knower would end in chaotic eruptions
Of ego and superiority.
The humble gladly forfeit,
For it values peace of self and soul.
The knower goads its victory.
An unlearned script repeats.
O knower mine, thou shalt have to embrace
O humble senile, thou shalt have to share it with thee.
Every time I walk
I turn to be sure,
Precaution is better than cure.
Every time I walk
I think of the wholesome lies you spewed,
I remember the manipulative support you endorsed.
I don’t believe others when they say the truth.
Paranoia has gripped my soul;
I’d rather wallow in pity
Than stand up to your fibs.
I feel cozy in the nook you placed my cage into:
I cry into the pillow, silently
Lest you hear my voice.
Your assumptions are vague
And dipped in misogynistic masochism.
I feel scared,
You have trained me well.
I think twice every time I turn.
My back engraved with the chameleon’s tongue
I doubt myself now,
Am I sane to be here?
Inherent and aloud
My naivety speaks volume
I believe I can stop,
One sip and I retire.
This holy grail,
My eternal bliss resides in the spirits I sip
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