Astray

The word love indeed is unconditional and cannot be reciprocated easily. With life but no hope I lie on my cozy bed , With ten thousand eyes open Like a soldier in a war front, Trapped between the talons Of darkness and adversaries My heart bleeds Like a smiling portion Of the head of a mercenary Hugged by saliva Of a gigantic riffle I need not a comforter; In dust I thrive to be, And my eyes heavy, And My heart bleed. My heart a paradise, But made desolate Like a refugees'booth No looks to attract the inward eyes Which is the bliss of solitude When change would you your attitude perceived you not The softness of my heart But the Stony heart. What Have I done ! To deserve this, Am I inhumane? Am I not worthy of being Amidst my kind? Are my guilt tremendously Numerous to be forgiven? Oh,my heart bleeds. That paradise! ; The home I missed The home I embrace in the widest Home of my imagination; An anticipated joy filled fantasies Fades and l lost In that game; The game of love For I have been deserted!! Because you have gone astray.....!!