Do I Owe You......

What it is to live in this kind of pain Do you know Brain fogged & tears that lay buried under your skin Scars on scalp that takes you to a place Where life sinks You by yourself As none can even fathom it or think What pain is Stars woven sky So that you’d still walk with a smile As waves of hair on timeless shore Rise & crash taking with it all Yet your unique self it cannot What it is to live with this kind of a pain Do you know Where you’re body is there But somewhere you’re not this body That’s slowly drifting, pixilating... While even a single breath takes so much from within to breathe Yet! In Embrace of Love Artist & Poets leave behind Songs where music on silent mode Sings... Someday maybe Someday You’ll be able to tune in... Otherwise these portrait diaries of my pain Shall just be a picture to thee For to be me as a painting You’ll have to breathe that breath Where everything around moves While you are still on timeless canvas Where Portraits of such moment lives . Do I Owe You Anything... Relationships on fragility of threads that are woven with making someone believe that they owe us, break irreparably. Love is kind in it’s giving. It knows naught the weight & burdens of a mind. When we build our relations on weightage of what You owe me, we’ve lost the magic of love. Many an artist have time memorial painted self portrait, with thoughts of linseed oil & paints & varnishes to seal their untold stories. Freida Kahlo often painted her journey through pain. Her journey through the woman that she was. I’ve never liked the word muse, because I believe stories be told in first-hand I believe that what you tell through your pain shall be that song on silent mode, which you’ve lived & left that part of you in someone’s heart to beat, till someday they will be able to listen the music. We don’t owe anything to anyone in this journey. Yet when we tell our stories, we leave behind a part of us in others that someday our breaths within them shall sing . Copyright: Meghna/2020