Me and the Inner Me

How could you unfold

Those secrets inside me,

When a thousand universes

Are hidden deep very deep.

How could you estimate

That solitary pain I carry,

When an incurable malice

Is attached to my flesh and soul.

How could you quench

That withering thirst in my throat,

When the waves and tides of

The deepest ocean remains within.

How could you ever dare to

Intrude my sullen calm heart,

When the hazy gloomy space in

It engulfed the glaze of fireflies

How could you murmur idyllic

Spells into my torn ear drums,

When my intoxicated mind

Counts the infidel masked up.

How could you make hollow promises

Of reaching the bountiful Shores,

When we are absolutely lost not

In the sea but is the dunes of desert.

How could you presume to help

The kaleidoscopic butterfly fly high,

When you ignorantly tore the silky

Cocoon making the caterpillar lame.

How could your innerself try to make a

Conversation with my wandering inner me,

When the actual me is lost in you and

The actual you is vanished with hate and ego.