Curiosity Thy Name Is Ugliness
Look at my eyes,
They contain silence,
Of hundreds of extinguished grates
Once glaring bold.
I roamed bearing an inferno
In my breaths and thoughts,
Hauling my beacon of desire
Coated with blood.
I made my eyes still in familiarity
Of sleepless solitude amid ruins.
I shouted timely or untimely,
Town to town in front of every door,
In the eve or morn like blazing winds.
All said, "Who are you? "
I responded, "I am a desire,
Abyss of lust is my abode,
I am despised of light and truth."
"Is there anyone whose door unbolts for me? "
I yelled aloud.
Then an offspring of light
Responded with total anguish
"Come! See me! I am the one whom you long for."
But I ever unheeded to my thoughts
My apprehensions every time
Looked through the window in front,
There stood a Geraldine with hair,
Loose mangled, blood layered,
And she gazed at everything of the world.
Thus truth revealed,
"Curiosity thy name is ugliness."