Make our pain triumph

The shady lamps
With oils burning our desires
To ash as black as beautiful eyes
Those shady lamps stand
In the middle of our roads
By the windows of our houses
Under the moon and darkness
Those shady lamps
Are too old like our minds
Too orthodox like our habits
And too strong like our weaknesses
We shall never discuss but fuel
Them everyday and every night
No one wrote about them in diaries
Or even told their children as fairy tales
Those shady lamps follow us
To our cradles and to our graves
The shady lamps
Fill us with love and lust
In relations and loneliness
Like air sniffing the gold dust
It makes blind but farsighted
It makes us dead but alive
It makes us nothing but everything
The shady lamps live
So do we
They soon shall die
So do we.
In the roads of this life
The shady lamps
Walk us to everyday grief
But burn us one day on pyre of bliss
That's the whole essence
Of having the lamps shady but with luminescence
Oh father,
Pour in more oil
And illuminate the darkness
Make our pain triumph
In these essential journeys
Into every corner
Of these spherical minds.

-Aroon Che