What’s about this thing
That people so preciously hold
And through it, everything
they find immensely beautiful
Noise! It’s all an infant’s cry
Isn’t it a searing burden?
As to why, I cannot fathom
Husband and wife teary-eyed, but
Happy seeing their newborn
A bruise on her left
Seems the same on the other side
She’s smiling, though I can see
Pain concealed, and as to why she chose
For him to stay, I’m baffled
Ludicrosity! In another I watch
Juvenile romance, my dear friend
He embraces like he owns her, happy
You demoness, you daughter of Lilith!
Because of you, I’ve lost a friend!
He’s a neophyte in this,
Subjugated in this ‘religion’, I suppose
Once upon a time my confidant
Equal with me in stature
Now diminished, a slave
The servant must love his master, vice versa
He did everything in the hopes of
Like a servant wishes, a kind of promotion
She did love her servant, only for a while
But it ceased, poor he remains
Long ago I warned him,
As what a true fellow must do
He lets my words slip out of grasp
Look at him now! Shards of glass
Cutting the skin of my soles, bleeding
In another angle, a mother so ill
Bags in her eyes, cheekbones defined
Tired from toil but cradled
Her children with her skinny limbs
No food, no shelter, nothing
And they tell me that’s love?
Doesn’t make any sense
What is so beautiful about a lady
Begging on the side with her children
They say love makes them happy
But I see them sacrifice, hurt
They say love comes
But I see them crawl for desperation
Where’s the precious element?
I’ve heard them say it is
Perfection, a higher form of edification
But what good can you learn
What good can you harvest
If what is sowed is pain and hurt
In years, I have searched yet
Haven’t found what people told me
That beauty in the core of love.
I’ve had enough, it is useless, a foe
Love is destruction.
That was long time ago.
These are the people from the past
And which I had thoroughly probed
They represent the rest of the world
For it is in them, that I see others
Cry is the only thing, ever since
I have done upon recalling
Long ago, their helpless souls
Fall into an endless hole
Of darkness and sorrow
In all truthfulness, I myself
Have never loved, and until I die
I will have never loved by then
For I fear, I cannot possibly fall
In the bottomless chasm
But now I am startled
By the fact that they stand erect
In front of me, with the similar smiles
they carried despite the hurt
a long time ago
And by the power of God,
I journeyed their hearts, now calloused
but still beating, still beautiful
Still the same hearts which endured
In the same souls who carried it.
Looking at their faces,
Finally, a sudden flush of
Realization overwhelmed my body
I have been blind all along
I was wrong
If love is destruction,
Why do I see them stand
firm, and rigid, unshakable?
Stronger as ever
So whole and absolute
Love is not to destroy
again and again ’til we’re whole.
Love is not a foe.
It is an ally in the war against
Hate, hopelessness, and suffering
Against fear, and self-doubt
It consoles, it heals.
Love can be both sides of a coin.
How shallow of me!
I was consistently dwelling
On that rusty one side
The part of agony and torture
It can be like a greater demon, yes
Forcing you on the charred filthy ground
But the coin’s other side says
Love is an angel, it comes from high ground
Lifts you from misery, and unto the light
Sparkles of clarity in front
I’ve now understood
Love is a magnifying glass, seeks
Beyond impurities and obscurities
Beauty in the shallow waters
This I leave you
You who are superficial like I was
I’m telling you
Now is the moment I commence
My journey with love
And if you were wise
You would come with me, and
Let us witness together
What humans had meant
What they had meant about love.