Yesterday, I posted this, and I felt exactly the words deep in my life, something that came out from inside my heart, but somehow I was not satisfied with the end. I hated my own poetry, my own work, my own thoughts, leaving my readers and myself without hope, and hence I came up with a little different conclusion today.
Do let me know which one of the endings did you like more?
I wanted; wanted
To take away all our pain,
To free you from your aches,
To envelope you in my embrace,
To make you forget all that can’t be erased.
I wanted; wanted
To kiss all your tears,
To chase away all your fears,
To taste all your wounds,
To chaperone you to the tombs.
I wanted; wanted
To cure you of your grief,
To surcease all your strife,
To heal your body, your soul,
To be your cure, an antidote.
I wanted; wanted
To give you all my happiness,
To bestow you only with blissfulness,
To free you of the enchains,
To liberate you, of all the restrains.
And in doing so,
I lost my exulted ecstasy,
My humorous joviality,
My peace, my calm,
My tranquility, the only charm.
And in doing so,
I reached someplace called inferno,
Burning, writhing, for how long I don’t know.
In healing you, I lost myself,
My body, my soul,
And there was left, no antidote.
But then someday, one day,
I rose to that Elysium,
Finessing away all your delirium,
Proliferating my poise,
Vanquishing the void,
Conquering the little forgotten calm,
Regaining all the lost charm.
And I liberated from your chains, with time,
The long lost, yet my lustrous smile.