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.