I feel liberated,
I have disconnected my ties with the past,
Removed some chaff from the grain of my life,
I want to get rid of the rubbish in my mind,
It's a slow and gradual process
Though my eyes well up each day,
And chest is heavy,
I am like a cloud,
Ready to burst open,
A slight provocation,
I let those tears roll,
Though I am less naïve,
Yet more vulnerable to emotions,
Like a beggar,
I seek love,
God, I have to steel myself,
From this vulnerability
Even while travelling in the bus,
Some days it's hard to control,
I don't care if people notice,
I let those tears run,
My head aches,
Perhaps that's God's way of washing away the dirt in my eyes,
Who knows?
It's my heart that's bleeding,
From the window,
I look forward into the distance space
And silently cry,
Not bound by social etiquettes,
My tears,
My prejudices,
My ego,
I let go…
It's my way of healing,
I know God you are there with me,
Silently holding me,
While I take this leap,
Into my future,
Kindly heal my wounds,
Time is ticking away,
And I want to live my life,
God, yes I do…
Or else let me be near you,
And let me not meet you,
Oh! my maker,
With a bleeding heart
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