These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


If you will but listen, then you will clearly hear
The anguished cries of many a tormented soul-
Seemingly indiscernible among the harmonious voice of multitudes
But definitely there.

If you will but remove your prejudices
Then you will clearly see
Desolate figures haunted by loneliness
Hidden though they maybe
By a veil of hauteur, or
By a mask of pretend gaiety and fulfillment.

If you will but try to discern
True feelings under false pretenses
Then you will know
That many an action is done not out of a sincere desire to hurt
But as a desperate attempt to salvage
What little dignity and pride is left.

If you will but open your heart
Then you will comprehend
The misery and wretchedness of someone
Who has gone through so much pain
In simply trying to unravel
The mystery and meaning of the word

7th April 2000

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