Fire

/*****As I sit by the fire

Wondering what burns to give light

I am narrowed with only one thought

It is my heart than has been put like a spire

It has been fueled by tears

And it rises up to the sky

My soul rests beneath its weight

The bitter defeat is parallel to the fears

The weight of the heap is from the words

Of the poems and songs I have written in loneliness

The defeat was just a perception

And the fear is of undefined roads

The sword works like a feather sometimes

Sometimes it cuts the spire and rises above

It resembles the flame of the blue fire

I sink into the pyramid when I hear the chimes

The bells are sounded by the rain

The gifts of nature not withstanding

The clouds are lucky that they can break open

I swallow all the fire and smile b‘cos it’s just in vain.*****/

Compromise Razed

Like a question mark after an answer to the question of sorrow,

I hold my tears back with no reasons of being calm.

The question was answered yet the definition did some harm.

The heavy clouds in my eyes strained to break into showers,

The empty space above them held the rain back with a foreign force.

The reason of the unwarranted magnetism to the blankness was coarse.

I felt something is going to change but everything around me looked the same,

I breathed a heavy sigh blaming the voice of my heart as unforgivable.

The explanation for exhaustion without exercise was unimaginable.

As I sat on the cold floor feeling my hands on its freezing smoothness,

I felt someone touching my bare heart with a razor sharp blade.

I got so many answers but I wished I did not understand them so late.

While lying on my soft bed I saw dreams that would never be fulfilled,

These dreams were seen with open eyes and yet they were involuntary.

The rudiment of this dream was my own emotion thrown in a blank trajectory.

The shape of my enriched midday meal was that of wax falling from a burning candle,

The candle was my heart and the wax the final tears.

The light of this candle enlightened my day and gave me undeserved cheers.

I didn’t give up the fight and kept going into the tunnel of that foreign force,

Reality of the force is frequently faked and emotions compromised but I raze them.

My passion for the sublimity in thoughts is assisted by my reasons and is seldom forgiven.