An ode to my treacherous heart...

What do want today?

Why so heavy in my chest.

My heart, you are a traitor...

A buried, treacherous infest.

What hurts more?

Knowing that it is over

Or knowing that they have moved on...

Who hurts more?

He who broke your heart

Or the one who didn't fix it then on...

Why do you cry?

My heart, what do you miss...

Why weep over spilled milk,

Or is it on some eternal bliss.

Won't a numbness be better?

With neither joy nor pain...

A neutrality in this craziness,

Of duality, learnt in vain...

'Cos knowing is not accepting,

Accepting is not to learn...

'Cos I cross the same bridges,

And jump into the very same bushes and ferns...

Sit quite, my heart,

Try not to twist and turn...

Don't slip off just as yet,

There is a fire, don't you burn...

Oh, you didn't listen did you?

See, you are charred to the core...

And now you are back again,

Pretty sure, you're up for some more...

I'll build a fire and you'll jump again,

Not a thought, not a clue...

And after the fire has died out,

You'll come back and ask me to lick your wounds...

Do you ever think at all?

Don't you sit and sulk now, deep in my chest

My heart, you are a traitor...

A buried, treacherous infest.