Thirst. Poetry 3.

Thirst

You judge, and i judge; i don't care.
You impress me and i impress you; that's beautiful
but i don't know the whole background story. i try to justify it.

We all got stories and time is scarce to hear all.
So different and similar they are; it makes me smile and cry.
We all want the same things, fulfillment; to appreciate, and be appreciated,
but we pursue them in so different ways.
i smile for resemblance and accordance that's in you
i cry, not because what we want are so different
but because we are torn apart trying to get the same thing from each other;
The thing which if we shared both of us are made happy,
the thing which if we sat and talked we could find an answer,
and the moment that we were set to grow apart
forever will torment my heart as roots pierce a rock.
The moment when patience was broken,
the time the dripping sweet dew is blown...

Shut your eyes; do you hear bomb explosions?
Do you still see resemblance, and the new labels,
hearing our frustrated, thirsting heartbeats?

Written  11/24/2013
By Eiland Sair