Salty answers

Here are the answers,
That evaded you and me.
My tears are my anger liquefied,
My forgiveness solidified,
My tolerance fractured,
My love welded.
They spare you,
They shame me,
End the silence,
Stating what my words couldn't,
Keeping us together,
When nothing else could.

Alien eyes

Those spells of time,

When you are invisible to the world,

The world that ignores your existence,

The world that doesn't notice of your turmoil,

The world that cannot interpret your silence,

The world that doesn't savour your smiles,

The world that is what it was,

Absorbed into itself,

Submerged in its own troubles,

There are a pair of eyes,

A bunch of visual signals,

Scanning how your face convulses,

In response to your thoughts,

Trying to make sense of those expressions,
Trying to read your reflections,

For want of nothing better to do,

Those eyes of a stranger,

That didn't estrange you.
Should you be grateful,
Or indifferent or annoyed?

Be here

Tell me what's happening in the world,
Tell me what's happening to the world,
Tell me I am still a part of it,
A despicable part of it.
Tell me I am not mad yet,
Tell me it's okay to be mad,
Mad at yourself.
Tell me it's alright to let your mind wander,
And do crazy things to yourself,
To the world.
Tell me I am a bundle of contradictions,
Tell me because nobody else could,
You being one yourself.
Tell me this is how the world works,
This is how it sucks,
Tell me it was always so,
That it might be so for eternity.
Tell me what I like to hear,
Tell me all that is repulsive,
But be here,
As my hope,
As my despair.

Mirrored

I caught one of those thoughts,
Evading my meditation,
And sneakily making its way,
Into the heap of forgotten ones.

The thought that could ruffle my feathers,
That could agitate our calm waters,
The calmness so scrupulously conserved.

The thought that expounded your responses,
That explored that unusual tone.
It's that thought that spoke of your anger,
Anger that you were oblivious to,
Anger that could not be identified,
Unless it was reflected,
By a mirror tailored for you,
A human mirror.
What you will never know,
Is that your anger,
Erodes the mirror's silver.
The more it's eroded,
The more it's yours.

It changed

Your cognisance of my love,
The stripping of your mask of incognisance,
Hasn't abated my joy or misery,
Of being in love.
The uncertainty reigns,
As it always has.
The doubts stay put,
The qualms linger,
Your fears are exposed,
Worsening mine.
What I've earned,
Is freedom,
The freedom to dream,
To dream unbridled.

Mitigator

You lied,
To delight me,
To entertain me,
To liquefy my trepidation,
To settle my doubts,
That stemmed from my inadvertent knowledge,
Of those antecedent lies,
Or so I believed.

You could have lied,
Through your teeth,
Unrepentantly,
Because lying is your forte,
Because lying treats your senses,
Because lying has become your wont.

 Lies never dampened,
Anything they ought to have,
Your lies showed more of you,
Whom I couldn't help relishing more.

I lied,
Not out of mockery,
Not out of spite.
But to lighten yours,
To mitigate those pangs yours deliver.

Words

We subsisted on them,
Feeding our minds with them,
Molding our emotions with them,
Discovering each other in them,
Indulging in an orgy of them,
One of 'words'.

What are you but words,
What am I but words,
What are memories but words.

When emotions dissociate from words,
What are words but graves.
Graves of the moments,
Moments that we devoured together.