Morning writings.
The stupidity, I so love!
It cripples me
but promises that I'd walk again,
I am lame
even in my thoughts.
I am humble even in my pride
when love finds me!
I take hold of my reins,
but lose control- I can not think
How can something so abstract
deceive me so?
The bushy thorns become lovely lilies to me
The bad smell, a taste of heaven
The heavens colour become purple and pink
I smile at every slightest chance
and laugh my heart out for a bad joke
My eyes stay content in my skull
when I look at that photograph!
even in my sleep, the image haunts me
tauting my every turn in sleep and dreams.
At night, I hear she whisper sweet nothings to me
How I long for that voice!
Then, she tells me of that stupity
with such truthful glimmer in his eyes
I believe her , for I'm maybe stupid
Sometimes, I hear her walk through my sleep
caressing me and telling me things that are unfound
Everyday, I'm conscious of her by me
All I do is for her- even in my closet
I make sure the soap sud does not stick to my ear
For she may think I didn't rinse my body well
I cook and care so much for my pot on fire
Despite the fact that I know she's no where to eat it
I keep my room clean just for her
regardless that I may not see her for years
Somehow, she lives in me
I read for her,
write for her,
sing for her in the thickness of the night
She tells me she cares,
even though a part of me wants to refute it
I believe her for better for worse
Her words are my bound
My friends tell me it's folly
But God if this is what folly is, I never want to be wise
My friends call it stupidity,
But this stupidity, I so love
For I'm in love and helpless.
Iam 