Rona Aaya

Again, I don’t know why,
but something stirred inside me and tears came to my eyes.
Speaking to myself,
about myself,
I found myself breaking in front of my own words.

What is my existence?
Why was I brought here?
What was my fault?
Placed here,
told that it was my mistake —
and I ended up crying over my own being.

I never blamed strangers,
but those close to me gifted me this pain —
the ache of a wounded heart.
Hearing my own truth,
my own attachment,
I dissolved into tears again.

The rivers meet the ocean,
the sun meets the sky,
and time meets its own nature.
But burning myself,
destroying myself,
I cried as I watched pieces of me fade.

I am fading…
I am burning…
And even this smile on my lips,
born after breaking and burning,
made me cry once more.

Again, I don’t know why something moved within me…
and again, I cried.

By SPureRuh

Chandrashekhar Vishwakarma
Pen Name: SPureRuh