Dear Heart

Dear heart, sometimes I wish I could pluck you out,

and beat you with a saucepan

For the mistakes you have made, leave no doubt

That you are the reason, my woes began.

Dear heart, I wish, I could wring you dry,

hang you like a cloth, under a harsh sun

Till some sense comes floating by,

Until you count the blunders that you have done.

I thought you were an organ too vestigial, 

much weaker than my brain

Yet you rose to be imperial,

Wrapping my intellect in a chain.

And then, there are moments, I want to set you free

and I know it sounds so paradoxical 

But you have tremendous power you see,

only you can unlock my skull

Only you can dissect through many layers, 

the ones which bury introverts 

Only you can stir tears,

Or make me laugh till it hurts.

Dear heart, you store my best memories 

a lifetime would be, too less to forget

So, give wings to my fantasies

That I may live a life, with no regret.