Is Anything Wrong With Me?

You have chiseled my heart, With the violence of your words, Neither soft nor gentle, but spurting sparkles, You are on the process to remove the dirt, While I am clueless, going through the tests, Wrapped my feeble heart using sunlight, Stripped my untidy clothes to reveal, What I have retained and hidden all the while, Bathing in the pleasant moon’s voluptuous pond, The veil above me is colored as the blue, The dashing of the white candy clouds, Very orderly to knock me down, forgetting the duties, Neither trance nor aware of the world, The unfinished responsibilities hung as the stars, To remind me to come out of the temporary happiness, The humming of the old songs has never stopped, During sleep and I am awake, what a mess I am in, I don’t like this territory, where selfishness professes, The theory of uniqueness at the base of a great ocean, Not many, but all hearts have been cheated to get drowned, I don’t like this tributary, where I am made a clown, Longing for the white chocolates and the complementing, Red roses, the candle lit dinner beside the, Fishermen village, whose children are naked, Or at the star studded hotel, surrounded by children, Of slum dwelling brothers, what a fool I am, Not thinking of another man who suffer, Worrying about the wishes through the phone call, Or the whisper of loving words nearer to the ears.