It is fine.

I thought I could explain you,
No but I couldn’t.
I thought you would understand me,
No but you didn’t.
Its fine, is what he taught me,
So I remain where I should;
And yes, he did teach me,
To never give up on you,
So I don’t give up, but
But change my path to you,
For you are blind to my condition,
And I can try no more to teach you.

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Tears

My tiny tears are unreliable, unfaithful;

They jump out, when I don’t want

Or I don’t need; in festive season,

Between happiness and rituals,

They don’t care, don’t see

How I don’t want them to be falling.

And so influential they are,

Affect my eyes and my nose, that blush,

Red and pale, sick my face looks;

How do I teach my tears, its festival,

And we don’t cry in happiness,

We don’t hurt people who hurt us,

Because it is a festival,

We swallow anger and depression. 

But these tears are rutheless;

Eyes see, but waters still,

When some of you pierce my heart

With tiny knife and tiny cuts;

Its bleeds not red but salt water,

And these tiny cuts do heal in time,

Leaving some scars behind,

And some cuts are over cut ,

With new and old knife,

And eyes water shamelessly,

Without seeing, its a festival,

And heart at so young an age,

Pains and aches, gets hopeless,

What shall happen if it heal not again,

When rutheless tears force out of eyes,

When festive moods are broken down,

And face turns pale and swells sound?

And the change remains unchanged?

Longing

Nights are long when I am awake,
Nights are cut short when I sleep,
Even though I drag you in conscious dreams,
You often miss my unconscious screen;
And often you come in adverse identities,
So sometimes I wake up more confused,
To love which version of you,
I ask it to which version I know not;
Response is thus seldom made,
That makes my morning or lights my night,
Tired or not, I still wait,
Longing for conscious, unconscious dreams,
Longing for your arms around me,
Longing for that kiss, before I sleep. 

THINE EYES BY MINE

I REMEMBER NOT A FIRST SIGHT,

YET EVERY LOOKS AS NEW,

FOR I DO DEEP IN MY MIGHT

DREAM ALL I CAN OF YOU.

WHEN I TRAVEL A BUSY DAY,

FULL OF MANY STRESS AND BAD,

WHEN I REMAIN LIMITED TO SAY

HOW THE ALL SUN WENT SAD;

WHEN MY GOOD DEEDS BETRAY

A BLAMELESS FOOL ON ME,

AND TEARS DRIVE AWAY

AS DROWNED MY ALL DAY BE;

MY FACE ALL DULL REMAINS IN

AND DRIES OUT OF SELF SHAME,

GUILT I HOLD OF TINY SIN

FOR MY HEART CANNOT BE TAME.

O! YOU UNKNOWN OF MY FALL,

CAST A FAIRY LOOK,

AND MY HEART IS CLEARED OF ALL

THAT ON ME TOOK.

YOUR FAIR AND YOUNG FACE,

SOAKED ALL MY CRIES,

YOUR CRYSTAL EYES THAT GLAZE,

HAVE DRIED MY EYES.

THINE EYES BY MINE

I REMEMBER NOT A FIRST SIGHT,

YET EVERY LOOKS AS NEW,

FOR I DO DEEP IN MY MIGHT

DREAM ALL I CAN OF YOU.

WHEN I TRAVEL A BUSY DAY,

FULL OF MANY STRESS AND BAD,

WHEN I REMAIN LIMITED TO SAY

HOW THE ALL SUN WENT SAD;

WHEN MY GOOD DEEDS BETRAY

A BLAMELESS FOOL ON ME,

AND TEARS DRIVE AWAY

AS DROWNED MY ALL DAY BE;

MY FACE ALL DULL REMAINS IN

AND DRIES OUT OF SELF SHAME,

GUILT I HOLD OF TINY SIN

FOR MY HEART CANNOT BE TAME.

O! YOU UNKNOWN OF MY FALL,

CAST A FAIRY LOOK,

AND MY HEART IS CLEARED OF ALL

THAT ON ME TOOK.

YOUR FAIR AND YOUNG FACE,

SOAKED ALL MY CRIES,

YOUR CRYSTAL EYES THAT GLAZE,

HAVE DRIED MY EYES.