Show me your hand

And I will give you reason to bleed

Since my love is violence

Held by the stalk of a leaf

Lips stitched

Voice mute and story mundane

I fear that the soil will erode

If clouds pour so much rain

Did I betray my land

When I uttered the reality behind the veil?

A white silk draped on the waist

The answer of a moth's death

What I fear more

Is that I will gladly worship a myth

Save a sinner and call it sin

But what happens when I go off on my knees?

So they become gods

And I am agnostic?

Despite the abundance of stained glasses

If I peep through the keyholes and still see

Your hands bending towards the violets

You will be still a sinner

And what would I be then?

To define is to limit and I have no lines

I fear I would fill my aveoli to be with you

I would turn to a fish swimming around

But what if you start loving the land?

Then who would again turn my fins to limbs

And gills to lungs

Because I made you the lord

And the one in the heavens is absurd

I also fear that historians will call this romanticism

And not love because surely this is roteness

Of how I would flip the sky to the stars

And the heavens to the hells

If you want a quiet woman, but she will be dead

I will twist this knife of your name in mane

Is this what is so dear to me

Fond of purple streaks

While I sit here vowing

On every oath oozing from your soul?

Since I badmouth the deity so bad

that now they have stopped looking at me

But the one whom I made my almighty

rolls their eyes on me

So now where I have to place my odes

To get back what has slipped through

I tried to become a saviour of a sinner

And failed there too

I should have listened to your holiness

But I was deaf leading a blind in the dark

Now again I am lost

Forgone and into the voids

Please decontaminate my lymph

I am seeking repentance, salvation

But you and I both know

If I see my lover in the shadows

I would tear down all the towering fences I have built