If I was stoned, and infront of you...

If I was stoned, and infront of you;
And you ask how long does it take
For patience to turn into love, and
When does the heart learn to live
With the agony of betrayal,
I'd say, that it takes as much
As it takes for the other one
To learn to live with the sorrows of
Disbelief sourced by itself.
But why, in the noise of this night
My silence has deepened,
That I am the one who speaks,
And the silence is the only one who listens.
If I was stoned, and infront of you;
I'll close all the old chapters,
That say our love wouldn't stay,
And narrate you the only poem,
That tells, there's no darkness after the dawn.
For, when I am stoned, I speak
To tell things to myself.
If I was stoned, and away from you,
The fire will keep burning whole night,
Turning patience into love,
And love into poetry, that seeks
The listener it never found,
And between what can burn and what cannot,
Shall be that love, existing
Between the flames that can burn,
Yet cannot.

- Syed Rehan