Poem-The threshold

The agony under the turban of all my ego, 

all my thoughts, all my consciousness dwells in ,

I cries, silently, no one comes to console my heart,

I goes on crying, 

My sub-consciousness levels 

Tells me

Someone should come forward,

Am I self centered, not at all,

Still why not,

I am not an orphan, no one understands my pain, 

Even I never make them to understand,

My heart says 

At least one, to wipe all my flowing tears with a tissue paper in hand, 

Else, he should scratch wounds so deep that I can cry loudly

Wet fully in tears,

Flow like a destination less leave in a flowing water

Lost my complete existence, 

With ever, spoken words, I am there with you , 

You are free, no chains of bondage at all, no slavery 

Free to fly like a bird in vast blue sky,

From one branch to another,

No need to have knowledge of sins curse, bliss, at all,

Sometimes, I doubt myself,

Am I a stone scribed sculpture by an unknown artist with a little difference of having 

A heart beat, few flesh & blood, craved 

Over a bony structure or else , 

A beauty to be enjoyed by only in bed , a relentlessly hopeless species,

At least one, should give consolation to me & to all my sufferings,

Should give a warm kiss with a big hug once in my life time,

My eye lids becomes heavy, turns red, taking no name to stop it's spontaneous over flow of emotions,

I know, the path of love is not easy & painful, 

inevitable stings in its every walk 

at least one come forward 

to hold me tight 

to let out me from the threshold of all my agony,

At least one.