Contentment

Contentment bursts
into an interminable gyser of bliss

This heart is content; It longs though…
It longs like the rays of the sun
to kiss the frozen sleets on the torn lips of your face

My dear one,

When you are called ‘an addict’; remember,
Addiction is not an illness
It is just a discontentment,
Like the habit of kissing an octopus

You tell me;

What can content these lips
These abnormal heartbeats
These inharmonious breaths
in a town where kisser is sentenced to death?
Where lover is crucified?

They yelled: repent!,
I was petrified

I died with a content hearth though.
Like a sun, though content my heart is;
The photons and waves of it;
One after another detaches from my skin
Disperses down the valleys
Swirls in the sad winds
to warm up your torn cheeks down there
To bloom a smile on your face

Like a book, who never opens up lips in your absence,
My heart is frayed without your smile

No matter how high you fly
or how deep you fall
Content or discontent;
Your year or two thousand twenty four,
Hoping we smile at the heaven’s door

Val.