Friday, November 4, 2011

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...

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

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