The things your heart longs and mourns for,
The well of darkness you fell into
But there was no rope to pull you out,
Cry,
Don't stop,
I assure you, I will not twitch even
a single muscle in my face,
I will remain content,
Sober,
Without remorse.
You may feel fires burning
Inside you, a thirst,
Which you would expect
Me to quench,
But I will become a tree,
rock without a soul.
You would probably feel like
Hitting me,
Hang me,
Shoot me,
Push me off from a building,
Then ask my dead body,
"How you can be so detached?",
Let me tell you,
As I am detached from you,
I am much more from myself,
And the day you learn to do so,
That day,
This Agony could hurt you
No more.
- Khushi Kaul
