Bring Me Your All

I won’t cry because you don’t reply,

I never could trust you enough

Waiting for you, bring me your all, 

Or not at all, my love, a gift unasked.

It rusts on rain drenched windowsill,

The whole night it rained and rained, 

Raised old ghosts, half lies almost,

But I must, still be just and true, 

To them. Pay the dues, of the other

Half that was sincere.

Tears in my eyes, dichotomous 

Irony, lips smile, the heart sighs.

I wish I were tough, I pause a while,

And with amazing lack of guile

I fall again, in fake love’s perdition

Persistent, as the answering echoes 

Of heart that begs the question why.

And when, do we let our weakness start?

The gorgeous sun stuns my eyes

The crescent moon stings my lashes

Tears lacerate my years, shaming naivete

Oh go fast away! This waning, 

This waxing, this sadistic taxing, 

Waiting, forever awaiting.

You're not even the frame,

Of this empty picture.

You are not even besides it,

You are not even the you,

My heart strokes had brushed,

There's no one onstage. 

I am alone.

An artist painted a song onto 

A blank canvas, but the poet couldn't 

Make the painting sing. Every note

Chokes in the well of hushed tears

Streaming down internally so

None can see.

If this song, this picture I paint,

These words grate on you. If my

Music you find untrue, don’t wait

Do not abide from a sense of pity.

Wins and losses are debts and dues.

From other lifetimes. Karma will 

Collect. Someday yours shall face 

You too.

Keep this empty song as an urn

In it, dispose some grief, come your turn

My heavy heart is resistant it won’t break.

In reverse osmosis, tears shed are purer for pain

I make a river which carries away my burden.

Do not be unduly saddened, I am still whole.

Perhaps this day, ignorance is bliss.

Perhaps you don't know why this sad bell tolls. 

It tolls for both our souls.

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© Amrita Valan 2014

Once again "Warning-this will bring you down"