I can’t stare enough; my eyes burn
I can’t stare enough; my wounds spill
It’s been years I saw the light
It’s been years I felt the sunrays upon my mosaic skin
My sharp eyes bleed, I can’t stare at
anything beautiful… anything I lived for!
“Worshipping the Beauty you believe in, isn’t a fault
Preaching the truth you count on, isn’t a fault
Choosing the road, no one travels, isn’t a fault
Sculpting the world with the words of change, isn’t a fault
The fault is to punish yourself for other’s wrong …
To burn yourself for other’s disapproval of you!
Let the Light come in!
Let the Light heal the wound!
Let the Light fill your eyes…
Let the Light burn the demons”
A distant yet familiar voice whispered to me
A knot was freed
Somewhere in the deep chasm of my heart
And after a long time
The lacrymose monsoon sky seemed ecstatic…