Dilemaism

Hands upon the heart, eyes upon the ceiling
Trying to think out loud, perhaps over spilling,
Tear gathering at the corner of the eye, holding back
Heart at the edge of cracking, let's make a pact,
Over crowded in a tiny room, clustered
All alone in a crowded room, isolated,
Hands reaching out to the sky, the heaven
Heart yearning for the promised haven.

Hate to be looking back, remembering
Can't help reminising, memories trailing,
The mind is speaking out loud again
The heart is rebuking despite the pain,
Words flowing out but halted at the lips
Walking on thin ice,
Waiting for time to pass
Waiting for time to appease, this pain will not last.

Looking around, the silent world
Obseving the noise, not understanding a single note,
Trying to understand, all the expressions
Justifying to all the desperations,
But the yearning seems to be coming to an end
Cross between, giving up, letting go, seems all in vain.

Running ... running
Ear plugs in the ears drowning out the callings,
Instincts are still haunting
Saying, there is no escaping,
Can't beat the destiny
This world is still waiting,
Mission not done, not even started
Difficult not to fall apart, because it is so hard.

Heart upon the prayers
Prayers upon the hours,
Eyes closed, heart melt away
Night after night, day after day,
Dilemaism .....................it is coming anyway.

All the things that have been learnt in this world
There will be a time to throw out the pride,and put it all to good's worth,
There will always be injustice, don't expect anything less
There will be some explaining to do, but hard to do the best,
There will be the greatest lesson to learn
There is nothing that one can yearn,
Give without expecting
No rewards is ever the exact, if not appreciative,
It is to do, or not
Dilemaism .............. it is a whole load.