Bed-time tales

Sheets of love
and muffled words
blend into the square form
and its limitations

The longing arms
caress that slight dent
on the mattress
to find someone

And ache in its absence

Yes, you were here
somewhere
says those fingertips
which felt your breath that day

And now lies numb & dead

Come back here.
That dent fits well with you
like cinderella's shoes
would do

And so would the arms
that long for you...

And i shall not speak

My words

don't speak what

my mind says

The rational & caring words

turn

Irrational and hard

And i am left

to deal the blow

and deal with the blow returned

And you don't stand by me

but leave me alone

with your rational, conditional love

You judge & weigh

And do the "right" thing

rather than the blind one

I am the Duryodhana

With no Dhritarashtra

to love me back

So now I shall not speak

I will let things happen

I shall not be the villain

anymore

I shall not die blow by blow

I relinquish my throne

to you and everyone