Where My Voice Ends

Where my voice ends
My heart speaks
Of whispers private
And secrets deep

I kept from you
All those words
Till a nightly rave
Laid me bare

Please
Retake that part
Forget my slip
Don't look hurt
Trust my wit
Redo the scene
Forgive my quip

I shall
Stick to the script
Act as you like
Play by the rules
Say what is right

How Can I

How can I
Fly in the sky

Be on the ground

at once
Burn with passion
Be cold to touch
at once

Look in your eye
Be poker face
at once
Ensnared by you
Be free
at once

How can I
Bask in love
Be prudent

at once
Dream about you
Be rudely awake
at once
Kiss your cheek
Be nonchalant
at once
Meet in secrecy
Be a revelation

at once

Matter To You? (The other side)

Why should it matter to you?
If I find it hard to breath, or rest, or go to sleep
Why should it matter to you?
If I suffer, or cry, or bleed from wounds deep

Why should it matter to you?
If love I seek, or trample, or do not wish to keep
Why should it matter to you?
If I curse, or shout, or cut to see blood seep
Why should it matter to you?
If you are a saint, or a charlatan, which harvest I reap

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I Wished Not

I wished not to be a chiseled stone

Placed as an idol in your temple alone,
Worshiped and loved in solitude,
Savior to pray to for fortitude,
I wished not to be put on this pedestal high,
I trembled in fear for the future nigh,

A new savior shall come by soon,
Space shall be needed in this temple soon,
Weaknesses, cracks in me,
New light shall reveal to you,
No good for charms,
Disapproved, not of use to you,
No good as a God,
New Savior shall prove to you,
His Hammer shall do the work for you,
Broken to pieces I shall be dust to you,
I wished not to be a chiseled stone,
Placed as an idol in your temple alone.

I wished to be some other stone to you,
A stone to ward off the evil eye,
A stone to embellish a bangle by,
A stone for feet to pedicure by,
A stone to scare enemies by,
A stone to remember journeys by,
A stone of love and memories deep,
Not a stone for prayers and silent weeps,
I wished not to be a chiseled stone,
Placed as an idol in your temple alone.

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