Let those minute pulses that beat in your mind, even as the breath has been felt and lost,
Let those beats faint away into void; let the breaths die their natural death,
Tie not the noose with one hand and pump your heart with another,
Either your hold, slacken it and let the beats, the breaths heave in deep agony,
And find your mind gushing with blood and tears of yesterday’s war,
Or drop the other hand and string the noose to the bell,
Let it ring in the mind and dull the lights on the those darkened days, dusky nights, chain the gates
Its time, it’s time to depart from the world of those wishful sensations,
Memories and questions, and desires clutch your heart, yet let’s depart;
To cleanse the heart that drowns in the pool of purple poison,
Let the heart beat to slander those memories, and yet as much as I try, all is still,
Hands shake, fighting the wolf’s claws to drag you back to that desert, the bindings of being human,
Can you depart the deserted land; pass the mirage not quenching your thirst?
Heart believes, beauty is just beyond the blinding horizon,
Is beauty indeed found, is faith brought back by a touch of innocence or just a lash of scalding truth?
Can beauty and faith be found in horrendous truth?
Pain, betrayal, unrequited love, unparalleled atrocities, Or is the child’s tear the only sacred beauty?
Do the birds of war and love embrace to find peace?
Does the desert finally show its true treasures and horrors?
And peace remains as delusional as the belief in the moon’s promise of shimmer on the dark fortnight?
Do the eyes droop and breathing ease resting on the bosom of a mate?
Or do yours and mine-souls,
Do we finally depart with pain in our bones and mirages in our eyes and thirst on our cracked lips?
But departing is only a trapping, the truth only a fantasy,
We are prisoners in our infinitely deserted land,
And answers evade and delude sinking into the sand.