I often found my heart longing a heart,
Sad it may sound, I may sell my soul,
For a desire that hasn’t left the thoughts,
For voids to come alone in emptiness.
Still, I tell you, unnamed cure,
The moment I look inside the thoughts,
I remember darkness is not what pains,
It’s the desire to share it with the light of your love.
I never knew what put me on the unholy altar,
I know leaving is true,
I know loving is true,
I know hurting is true,
I don’t know if a single tear shading,
Is alive or just mocking the helpless?
© Suraj Jangid