63. ||STONES||

What is this suffocation?

This claustrophobic feeling

Of being choked to death?

Neither can I smile

It's oceans away from my existence

Nor can I weep

My eyes have become a desert.

You take my smile

And now my tears, too?

Why, Krishna?

Why would you do that?

You don't understand

I need to weep

To thaw my frost bitten heart

To soothe my soul

To tell my body that

It's okay to grieve.

And I cannot.

I've spent eternities weeping

The oasis has dried up, it seems

My eyes have become miles of desert sands.

Stones

They say

Don't feel.

What if they do feel,

But just can't show it?