Radio Hearts

When did we end up with such radio hearts:

A heart that only tunes to what it likes,

Which ignores the pleas of help and despair

And listens to the stale words without a care?

Eyes open and wide, but we live in delusions.

Screams cut through the air, yet we stay silent.

Fire across my heart, still yours have no smoke.

Blood masks your face, yet mine have no tears.

Running thoughtlessly after stagnant things,

Our stolen crown mocks us of its fragility.

Fear is all we have, hope's a wasted dream,

In our own land do we live as the banished.

Don't lament for me when I'm gone;

You write my epitaph before I die.

I won't offer flimsy love to your ailing hands,

Only to snatch it back when there's no spotlight.

For broken or tuned radio hearts must stay quiet,

Even if there's a signal keen on betraying.

They must switch to another channel of thoughts,

Even if they know that's not called living.

Maisha Nazifa Kamal is on a mission to defeat all Muggles in procrastination. Join forces with her at 01shreshtha7@gmail.com