To Kill Me In Total

Born to stones,

Can take birth in all,

Only when they mate,

You’re but born;

When giving warmth,

You undo my hurt,

Also you do kill all,

Who stand in your way.

Is that why you’re here?

Is that what your job is – proving your power?

Ubiquitous existence,

Omnipotent power,

Dance in fury and in joy,

Just dance elegantly.

So are you born,

When our eyes just met,

Found in love, lust and all,

Licking us in joy.

Is that why you’re here?

Oh dear, is that what your job is – cuddling my heart?

There came an enemy,

The name’s ego,

Trying to rip us apart,

Wailing for help is my poor heart.

The omnipresent you,

Betrayed on me,

Joining hands with ego, and

Burnt my poor heart.

Is that why you’re here?

Is that what your job is – to burn my heart?

Heart in debris,

Soul in ashes,

Mind gathers filth,

The whole me, a wastrel.

My heart faithful

For 20 long years

Cajoled me in just 2 seconds;

Trailing behind her as she went – never to come;

Now in burn my poor heart is;

It’s not she, but you who burns me.

Is that why you’re here?

Is that what your job is – to kill me in total?