Parasites fowling the heart..
Down with fever.. a friend is lost in the bouts of anger.
Words sting.. yet apologies are never rendered..
Mind ain’t numb.. its an unforgiving wreck.. growling of nonsensical scenarios..
Its motto, I never understood.. it tames the buried demons..
Who is to blame for the tears that strain the mind.. the eyes that trust none..?
The will-less childish heart.. an ego that barges open wounds..?
Or the man..the friend who pledged to be by thy side.. but falters now and then..?
Human heart and its follies..
A self image that casts a shadow of narcissistic caveats on thy disposition..
When must the “I” disappear? when must it save thy soul?
Can it suffer in silence as the parasite nudges and slithers hissing at the door..
Can it dissolve its misogynistic ruckus.. oblige the good monk who seeks solace..
It would do either..but which? who shall choose? The “I”, the mind, the heart?
Aren’t the three the same.. or are they?