Self Ache
Yes my tenderness inflates, to see your eyes shine for me
Yes my integrity deflates, to look closer when I try to lean
Yes I sob, letting go of the fervor
But it makes me even by emanating firmness
Yes my piety arouses me, to feel your arms around
Yes my trust fails me, to feel a shrink when I try to give out
Yes it pinches trying to forget your warmth
But it makes me win a breathe more, without a gasp
Yes my insanity soothes me, to see you boast for my wins
Yes my rationality questions me, to look around and find someone else therein
Yes it seethes me, to give up on the pride
But it makes me wiser than the one you tried to ride
Yes the air melts me, to hear you call out for me
Yes the reality freezes me, to sense infidelity as I try to decrypt
Yes it breaks me, getting out of your oily spells
But it makes me soar and feel my own self
Yes my passion unbinds me, to know that I mean the most to thee
Yes my knowledge binds me, to realize that it has all been a fantasy
Yes its hard, to open my eyes and forgive
But it makes me nurture my soul and know that I exist!
Category: Poems
That sure is a good pattern of existence!
Good one saira…..
“Yes the air melts me, to hear you call out for me
Yes the reality freezes me, to sense infidelity as I try to decrypt
Yes it breaks me, getting out of your oily spells
But it makes me soar and feel my own self”
splendidly written..
keep it up
” Yes my passion unbinds me, to know that I mean the most to thee
Yes my knowledge binds me, to realize that it has all been a fantasy
Yes its hard, to open my eyes and forgive
But it makes me nurture my soul and know that I exist! ”
suits the subject … An Ache
@Hasham: yup! I believe the only pattern to survive!
@Monay: Thank you very much!
@Syed Hassan: Thanks. The whole poem is about that ache
But it makes me feel there is no Self Ache
Nicely written
@Farhan: Theres no Self Ache ? Where? In the poem or in your life ?
But it makes me even by emanating firmness
But it makes me win a breathe more, without a gasp
But it makes me wiser than the one you tried to ride
But it makes me soar and feel my own self
But it makes me nurture my soul and know that I exist!
Here it goes …..
But it makes me feel there is no Self Ache
… in the poem 
and yes ALHAMDULILLAH my life too 
The poem’s trying to show that theres some good hidden in pain always.
The “good” parts you pasted above come after the painful parts pasted below. And since these painful parts are self imposed to achieve the good parts you pasted,the poem is titled ‘Self Ache’.
> Yes I sob, letting go of the fervor
> Yes it pinches trying to forget your warmth
> Yes it seethes me, to give up on the pride
> Yes its hard, to open my eyes and forgive
Hope its clear now.
I got why i said that …. I am an optimist