turn off lights
my eyes can’t tolerate
the pain of fake hope
no more joy
no more festivity
no more sugar coated compliments
no more glittery giggles
just me with myself
lying on my apathetic couch
co-existing with my tormented mind
insistently editing my miscalculations
but alas! there is no Ctrl Z key
to unbreak the heart of an innocent soul
to undo what has had been misdone
with my specie
I recall my teacher of medicine
told me once
that pain is blessing
it helps you to identify the underlying pathology
but this pain of our rootless existence
has been known for centuries
still humankind is unable to decipher
either disease lies in the self or destiny
Sep 22,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pain and the subsequent suffering should not be allowed to be left at that level...it should be made conducive to one's growth through the process of internalization...try! and this pain is borne of universal sorrow which all sensitive and creative people share with one another...and that's wht connects the community...