In My Murky Room

My heart lay in a murky room Unseen and unheeded Motionless and bleeding Yearning for when it shall meet Its twin, In the guise of a flame! Then, while it slumbered It was whispered of love And it started beating ecstatically Knowing that somehow The curtains hiding it Will get drawn, And its windows will be opened Allowing scattered dandelions To fly in And to surround it While singing songs in ode To the powerful angels While it shall burn In its own twin flame! But it expected not to meet With disgust and disdain It expected not to be spat on Or to thrown in thrash It expected not That love, As it has dreamt of it, Would hate it As if it were an infectious disease! Hurt, It has now retreated back To its own murky room, With the lights switched off And the curtains well drawn As, If love be repulsive Then better it is To avoid it! It minds not its loneliness As it knows That it shall create memories In the guise of dark and brooding Poems that it shall leave here Someday When the skies shall deem it That it be its time To ascend towards them! Written on 21st Dec 2020