C E A S E

Cease that what is now...
cease provoking your soul.
God up above has a funny feeling about this Asima.
God, I no longer feel your gentle hand above my head.
I don’t see your shelter that had covered me from all else.
Why do you frown upon me while I have been a little girl?
What bad is there in the good I feel?
I question my integrity every day and think of you seldom.
I have failed to exist shamelessly
and for what cause do I repent?
Cease that what is now...
cease provoking your mind.
I have sparkles in my eyes
and you will see the rainbow colours in my smile.
I paint my cheeks petal-pink
and my lips’ colour is that of crimson red.
Then why do I see a colourless canvas in front of me?
I let myself fall through the chasms of hope
only to find you at the bottom of each disappointment
and I am reminded time and again that you will always be there.
Cease that what is now...
cease provoking your heart.
I walk among the crowd of those who have fallen for me.
They keep falling and withering away for me,
playing with my broken strings
and my symphonies are their perfect songs.
Yet I am without love
with no one to take what I have to give.
Who do I fall for and who do I wither for?
And so in my despair I turn to you and in my despair I rebel against you.
Here is where I begin and here is where I end.
In your abode is where I come to life
and in your abode is where I cease to exist.
Everything then ceases to be...

08 January 2009 - 10 January 2009