Luxuries I want

By M.Visalakchi

I want to cry,

Cry like the loudest person in the dark

To sack the pressure piercing through my mind

To melt the reverberating voices in the wind

But there’s something stopping me,

My eyes feel like a void gully, which ran out of drops.

I want to rest,

Rest melodiously on the rhythm of my song

Where the dawn is going to be me and my dreams

Where the next day I sculpt my own throne that gleams

But it hurts,

When I realise, it isn’t possible.

I want to talk,

Talk to a listening shoulder with a sagacious tongue

For a gush out of myself to bash the chain

For a sensible stroke of solace to lull the vein

But there’s no one next to me,

Except a poor soul who has melted enough for me.

I want to yell

Yell at those Muppets who think I need them

In order to eat my own food from my plate

In order to dress up myself to the gate

But I can’t,

I need those muppets to clear the path for my run.

I want luxuries

Luxuries that no one can buy me

Cause not all luxuries are things that are sold

Cause all luxuries can’t fetch me the real gold

But I’ll go on striving,

I believe the real gold is not too far from my hold.

By M.Visalakchi