Those occluding shadows can’t expect me to forgive!: A poem 

Would I peer at the shadows 

take the azure of my sky 

and fill my eye with grave blackening? 

I have shouldered all the tears of the stars 

flung out so deep; imploring to be stitched back 

to the tatters of what has remained of my ravaged garment 

And I have persevered through an infinite unexpressed grief 

shoveling up the graves of the universe 

to resurrect the bold, beautiful and brave; and revalidate valour 

And who did feel the sweat of my blood? 

That as I shivered in the cold; out of the womb of my singularity, 

there would only be another protracted gestation 

Have I questioned its ad infinitum? 

Or as an innocent child figured it out platonically  

by placing each block of the skyward Lego-brick edifice  

like unraveling the threads of the memories of my soul 

and reweaving them into the cloth of the universe 

that must have its tresses rolled back 

Is that divining a divination enough 

to procure all that love lost in its disparateness 

and sifting out the poison into a river 

that should slip out of the universe, falling foul to its own connivance? 

Can it be so easy? All through, I wondered if I could see myself smile 

through the light of an evolving adulthood 

even if it meant despair at the unfolding realisation 

That this awakening could have generated a weakening 

but that, I could still muster up the energy through every sunset of tribulation 

when treachery endeavours so hard to place its pretentious bouquets  

that actually feel like brickbats in my arms 

Or should I merely accept a crucifix that so occults me  

that I relinquish everything of mine that I yearned to re-embrace? 

Would I bequeath destiny with so much ignominy? 

Would I choose to forget the pain, that beseeches me never to forgive?! 

I am like a cloth that never doubts its fabric 

even if they tried to tear me up, the texture and colour are so amazing… 

And they stained it; but the stains dissipated with my determination! 

I am just an obligation to my own beauty and profundity 

Do you think I am obliged to empathise with all that imposed historic perversity? Fuck off!