Another Birth
I scream …but in silence
Who is the one that could understand such screams?
I have spent years screaming
I have spent the years shedding tears within my being
And I, with a distressed existence, were fearful in drowning in such tears
Today, my soul has brought a gift of tears and laughter
Its thousand-nights of tales, now are confined within me
These inscriptions that placed the bricks surrounding my heart
One by one are the tales worth exclaiming
These untold tales are the jewels in a treasure that’s shackled
Its crypt, imprisoned within the walls of my heart
I shall not know till when
I shall not know the reason
Yet my curiosities have inspired the eruption of abundant volcanic heights, its flames devouring my existence
And I, yet again, powdered ash
And I, yet again, from the souls of the ash render another birth
In this life, perhaps a blossom
Perhaps a butterfly
Perhaps for mere moments, the tides of the sea, yet crazed
Perhaps a grape, renewed as wine, sipped by the lips of the beloved
Perhaps the flame of a candle that illuminates the dusky room of a lover’s heart
Perhaps, a heavy cloud taking refuge the parched field
Perhaps the image of a lasting moment, resting on the wall
Or perhaps a mirror transcending truth
Perhaps the ink on the scrolls that eternally shapes the words of an old soul’s poem
Or perhaps the moon, yes, the moon
Igniting a flare on the nights
Inspiring the lovers of the times
Or perhaps a shooting-star that shall express any wish
Or perhaps…perhaps I shall become a missing note, concluding that incomplete melody