The sudden shift of power from the space
To the space between our feet;
The energy which you made propagate
Through your pleasing hoarse voice
To my heart strings;
I miss all those words that were
Never bestowed the right to speak.
I crave for the uncut acts of our play
And the efforts our audience might anticipate too.
The spark you wore was enough for my
Meandering five senses to assemble.
The chemistry of the reaction, you too noticed,
Did you not? For our pearly white reactants,
There was no need of a catalyst.
But the shame of it all being in my head,
Drapes my untouched body everyday under the soothing sun.
The moment has gone. I am not your pilgrimage.
And my now is filled with the same
Tempting yet elusive dreams.
Are we gods and ancestors?
Are we giants and heroes
With heart made of stone
Oh life, tell us
Are we the products of self absorption?
From the reactants of hatred and greed
In the presence catalyst of ignorance
Oh life, define us
Are we inhuman with our shameful eyes?
That seeks darkness
And chase smoke
Oh life, forgive us
Are we pain to the world?
With our faded life
Forged identities
Oh life, fill us
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