Anubhab Das Abir

Blessed are the ones who get to entire the shrine of your heart

I only sit by the steps hoping for a few alms to fall on my plate.

A modern tragedy left unheard of by common ears

Muffled by the pillows that soaked up my sadness and rage.

A fool I made of myself thinking I was some Holy Knight

I was but a jester in your court,

Who called upon me when your life lacked amusement.

Words of affection seldom heard,

I require amnesty from your court of hollowed dreams.

Shackled by my vows and I plead guilty

Of having hopes of light and peace.

Forgive me O Holy One,

But I ask you why you make me suffer so

I may not be an Angel in this realm but I wasn’t a sinner though

Why I must bear the scars from wounds I didn’t deserve

Bleed out my humanity

The Devil calls upon me now

And I seek solace as I sleep.

One day I shall be unbound, free from this theatre of suffering

Where I act and smile to please my audience, only to go back

And weep my sorrows and scream out my rage.

I only wish for those delicate hands to caress my face

As they wipe the anguish that continues to flow out of me.

The beam of light and warmth that shone on me, if that wasn’t Love

Then what was it to be?

You rescue me from my darkest demons and held my heart as your own

It beats only for you my dear, your love has led my soul to freedom.