“Dearest! What makes you to conceive
That grief is alluring, and sweet to taste?”
“I feel I am more beautiful when I immerse
In grief and douse my face in tears.”
“Why don’t you hate or despise those,
Who believe, they are your foes
And disparage you with indignation?”
“In life, I have been wrestling with my enemies,
Invoking their prowess, into my psyche’s brawn.
And have made myself into a chivalrous warrior.
They do not deserve to be abhorred, and detested,
But adhered and adored as treasures, because
They always give their strength to me”
“What makes you prefer darkness over radiance?”
“Because, what I envisage in the light
Is the disgusting effrontery of truth.
In darkness, I see the enchanting dreams,
Incited by immortal and pleasant emotions.
“Why you keep solitude as your soul-mate?”
“I realize how charming I am, in my loneliness and seclusion.
And perceive the heart-touch of the Creator, on my indelible wounds.”