On Love

I bury my heart

in the verses you write to me,

with those silences you attempt

looking into my eyes.

I let my soul sail

in through waters of the wells

you dig for me to drown

in the masquerades of love.

I allow my sight reach

the stars from where you scream

and humbly ask me

to fall in love again.

I convince my feet

to not walk upto the grave

you silently sleep in, waiting

for my eyes to get tired.