A River With Both Banks Broken
I cannot look at myself,
such grotesque erosion is unbearable.
When one bank of a river breaks, the other forms anew,
yet both my banks are broken.
I haven’t seen a second river like me.
Perhaps even a wanderer isn’t this desolate,
yet things weren’t meant to be this way.
Excuses
Flowers die in a lover’s love,
offering flowers as a gift is nothing but an excuse.
A lover dies in a beloved’s separation,
trapped in circumstances, that too is just an excuse.
Life of a Scarecrow
Life isn’t letting me move forward or back.
Again and again, in the same place, in the same circular way,
it gives me the same taste of sorrow.
As if I have been placed only to guard grief.
Even if I want to, I cannot escape from here,
as though this is the life of a scarecrow.
Empty Chest
Growing up with time kills desires,
loving deeply kills happiness.
After that, nothing remains inside a person.
A person without desire or happiness becomes entirely hollow,
and such a person is almost dead, empty at heart.
Cycle
A person stays alone after getting hurt,
while staying alone they search again for company.
Company hurts again,
and the person leaves the noise and stays alone again.
We do not know in which state we will find peace,
and so we keep spiraling in this circular puzzle of life.
The Ornament of Love
I have no objection to receiving sorrow,
for sorrow itself is the ornament of love.
Yet I had one hope,
if you had held that sorrow close to me,
if I could cry resting my head on your chest,
perhaps even in my sorrow I would find happiness.
There would be no more claims on the water
that falls from my eyes in tears.
No One Knows
No one sees how my days of loneliness pass,
no one sees how I hold myself together.
People are only happy when they get what they want from me.
But in trying to give them what they want,
how broken I become keeping myself steady,
no one sees, no one even feels the need to know.
How much I break one bank to keep another intact,
how much I fade away just to keep others well,
no one keeps track of that either.
Day-Night
An entire day for pretending,
no matter how much pain is inside.
An entire night burning pain for celebration,
whether that pain is of the heart,
or a fiercely aching tooth.
Regret
Half my life I spent grieving for the absence of a beloved,
and then you came.
The rest of my life is ending trying to forget you,
regretting why you ever came.
Neither then nor now, regret has never left me.
Lost Forever
Maybe one day I will gain everything.
But because I had nothing, I lost you.
Because I was unworthy, you became someone else’s.
Today you are property written under another’s name.
And I will never get you back.