In the rubble with nerves hiding sparks,
in the nest of sleeping explosives,
again it is you.
Again you are here to prove something
by doing something unasked for.
You build a place for warm tea,
for all our shivering ghosts to haunt.
You place the chairs that are not chairs
but buckets that cannot hold anything now.
There are chairs that are lying around just fine
but you don’t want them.
You don’t want the old purposes eating away
the beauty of all that is left behind.
You console the ones holding onto what is no longer there
but you don’t want the ones who want a way back to what it was.
You ask us questions with your bleeding lips
you want us to answer with something real,
not just words.
“You are cruel”,
you laugh when we say that.
You make us leave everything we are
just so that we can finally sit on empty buckets
thinking about the hands we cannot hold,
thinking about hands that are no longer hands.
“The city is no longer burning”, you tell us
as we place our empty glasses in front of our empty eyes
and tell us it is fine if we don’t believe it now.
“Sleep. Dream and stay for a while with the molten and bombed,
the lost and the dead that still have your heart.
Take your time.”
As we lay awake in our heart-wrenching grief,
as we lose ourselves to your favorite world of sleep,
you stand beside the fire
that keeps us alive.
You stand beside the fire
that is not actually fire
but your heart
that burns like sun.
We wanted to tell you, “You are kind.
You are too beautiful for this world.
Have our heart and burn it instead.”
But we couldn’t .
We knew these things were easy only in words,
that these were things we couldn’t do, yet.
That we have not smiled and laughed with bleeding lips,
helping while being hated.
That we were too selfish to be you.
me gusta, lo he leído tranquilamente, y me ha sobrecogido la forma que tienes para expresarte, enhorabuena
Thank you so much. I am happy to know that my poem could move your heart. Means a lot to me. Thank you for all your words of support.
Have an awesome day ahead. 🙂 😀
(Muchas gracias. Me alegra saber que mi poema podría conmover tu corazón. Significa mucho para mí. Gracias por todas sus palabras de apoyo.)
Dear Nayana. You are a amazing writer. Your new poems, Outstanding. You are making the reader feel and understand every word. Keep writing dear poet. I love your work.
Thanks a lot John 🙂 😀
Thank you so much for your kind words. I have been trying hard to improve my writing in any way I can, but it is a bit directionless effort. I never know if it is making any difference. So your words mean a lot more than you could think. Thank you so so much 🙂
I am really glad to know that my writing is loved 🙂 😀