Of a bright future.
Isee what is only
Deterimental to myself
Yearning to be loved.
Asking to be held.
Apprehensive and clouded in my own
Clouded by my own preception
Of the desolation of this world.
How could i possibly feel any less than what
I have already become ?
All is well
I am loved.
I don’t understand
Why then what when
ANXIETY falls in me…?
Smiles or Tears ? Only she knew…..
Freedom or Imprisonment ? Only she knew….
Rest of the world stood away at some distant corner peeping her in and out ,
Selectively picking and stripping her from head to toe….,
She sat by my side today
flicking her red lips
trying to speak something
low and slow ,
extending the brid-ge we had made.
May be mistake was mine
My ego backed me off , don’t know & can neither explain .
I waited long to listen her
she too made a long pause…..!
That situation was wired
I just pulled up the time
Licking some chocolate off my plate
with a cup of espresso…at-least making a pair of these two.
There was a-lot to talk
But something stopped me.
I was to tell her
How pretty she was looking
That her nose had became more pointed
That her eyes
have flown out more bright in red sunlight
She still is the most prettiest of all…
Remained unflown …
Why how when
We created this
How ironical is it; we start hating the person whom we have loved somewhere in past. does anything changes in that very person or just like that a feeling of envoy arises for that chap. love and hatred are the two sides of same coin, two sides of the same person;it took me long to realize this. when we love someone , we love something about her/him ; may it be personality traits ,melodious voice ,eyes to die for or something it may be,but it is always something not everything ,we just love a part of them;likewise when we hate them we hate a part of them. so is it our perception that changes about them or they really change in some way…..?