What can smuggle you across the shores of bitterness?
What can save thee from retreating in the dungeons of your self loathing?
What has shoveled self loathing into thy heart?
Who has? Friend or foe?
Why those angles of view are so primly defined as beauty?
Why the obsession over one beauty….?
As it shadows, dulls beauty of much more?
Why one beauty is so loved and the other so ignored in a manner so narcissistic?
Why the layers of forms and norms… texture and light only portrayed as mausoleums of beauty..
None are though to do with depth.. none to do with her airs.. none to do with tugs of heart..
All engulfed in the nuisances of a well designed beauty..
The ensemble of emotions…crushed paper of words..
All crushed and torn… crumpled in the disguised lump of memories..
Neither is valued.. the true self nor the earnestly showered love..
Where is the reality?
Where is the love for love?
Where are the forms of gratitude?
How did beauty in this world born from womb .. dissolve into such frail existence…
Where is the child in you?
Where is the child in me?
What can smuggle you across the shores of blind indulgence and bitterness?
Innocence… it can save thee as it can save me…
May it rescue of our kind from drowning the self in the untrue designs..
May innocence salvage thee in its own womb..