Poetry with Orsi Part I : Pain

I met Orsi at a nondescript cafe in Nice, France last year when I was backpacking through the Cote d'azur region as an exchange student. Instant connections established were grounded on a mutual love for art and strong coffee beans. The fact that she had probably seen more Indian movies than I did in the past year, helped. This Indophile Romanian-born girl decided to write some freestyle poetry with me on Facebook. One line by her and the next one by me a few minutes later. Here's the first:

What is it, to share a deep breath, a hidden tear cried inside our own darkness?
When half your face burns up, but the real flames are engulfed in your heart

Fear touches your soul, like an unseen shadow, haunting the secret corridors of your mind
When you are alone among a crowd of a thousand, and your inner voice is most unkind.

Alone as the breath of life that leaves you, alone as your whispers never heard, alone with your eyes open or closed, alone in a dream you fear to lose..
A dream you want to chase, but which is running away so fast that its the pain that you gladly choose.

Choose of will or just denial? Lost are the eyes that behold from within. The world outside is a dreamlike betrayal, we all loose, what is the use to win?
From the shackles of pain I want to rid myself, even if I spend years in purgatory for my sin

But is it a sin to be free like air and wanting to be pure like a flower not yet seen?
Or is it a sin to let the memories travel to lost lovers and places unseen?

Would it be weakness to let live a past untold, when the present is blurry and keen, on a picture so perfect kept in memories, flying on wings of a dream
Let me starve and bring out my bones so that the heart gets reduced to a vestige so cruel

Singing the lullaby of all its pains, the fire in that heart will burn so pure.. It will burn in the sky at night, in the rays of the morning sun, in the whispers of those who seek understanding, the sighs of those who's tears run..
There's a hand trying to grab, it could be hers or my own. But I can't touch it all I try and further spiral and plummet into this dark abyss

There's a voice, inside of you, oh wonderer.. Saying never let go. Close your etes on the world, and let the sounds of your soul guide you. Pain comes from a fearing heart, pain is our lack of what is due, step closer and face your fears, the light will shine inside of you
So let me hold your hand today. Because as far as I wander off into my own melancholy, I can always be brought back by your touch, your voice and your love.