These shapeless tears shape the ruling dialects of my heart, and their shanties croon in the corner because they don’t want to lose their heart again!

Your upright expressions that my heart yearns for
ignite the fervor of enfolding earnestness within me.

It says that the enviable entirety of my heart shatters
if it cannot feel your vision.

Where are you, leaving me alone in this impasto of feelings?

Where have you gone without allowing me to intersect the interludes of your eyes?

Where are the gems of the heart that enable its handles to work?

Where are you when the intention wants to merge because it is tired?
©shivpoetesspriya