SHAME

The shame in not loving

Can’t be the same as in loving

There are prophecies made

But each of us falls in a different way

We all are martyrs,

Some happy some sad

Some become martyrs even without knowing they died.

Give me a rhythm of ignorance

Pass me a naive gesture

Show me the oceans you have saved for me

I need to know

The ocean won’t turn into a tsunami someday

Make me live in your darkness

So I get habituated

Stab me with the knife in your pocket

Someday, you are gonna do it anyway.

I am very strong.

But I need not be strong in love.

I need strength saved for some other compromise.

In Love,

I need to bleed and heal

And feel the shame again.