On Being a Writer

grieve if you must,
but know where to
draw the line.

any further than that,
and you'll be trapped
for life - in this quiet
squirming of words on
your skin. like the gentle
hands of a woman roving
down your chest, and you
cannot resist being taken.

it's alluring, but it'd
twist your soul and
clinch your breath.
make you see the world
in absolute inverse where
you'd cut your vein to laugh
at the throbbing blood,
and weep hard at being loved.
where you'd shun laughter
and friendship to close yourself
in burning silence and let it kill you;
slowly.

know where to draw
the line, oh! bereaved lover.
before thy heart transcends
all human realms
to be a writer.

- Sobhan