A pause

I sit and think about all that we've had .It all dances in my mind in a flurry of emotions .Sometimes they’re as cold as the cement on a January morning; sometimes they erupt like the brightest red flames.
It’s been hours since I started thinking. Does it make me smile? Does that make you frown, the image of me thinking about you?Is that a question every time I ask you if I love you, or does that make me feel more secured each time I look at your lips quivering to say that precious yes?The questions are many .They come cascading .Do you make me possessive. Do you spoil me crazy with your caring ways? Do I hurt you with my obnoxious ways? Am I pulling too hard at the string that binds us? Does the string still exist   ? Does it hurt your fingers? Do we fight for questions that don’t have answers? Do the answers mean anything to us? Can we see our self-conceited egos laughing at us?Can we look beyond the hurt? Is this the end? Is this all rhetorical? Can we never change?Do the differences that made us now break us?Do you know what I asked? Do I know what you would say?And will that mark the end of a beginning so well?

A loser's plight!

Study table saw what you hadn't read
The dishes sighed for you didn't touch the bread
The closed windows cried as the lone clock chimed
The curtains called you their tears now wiped
Through the  chambers of black and white,
But you looked on ,without a sight!


The dusty keyboard had to wade,
Through the words you had silently said!
Morbid hours that stood in spite,
Of the memories of your respite
"A life so fallen,a life so trite !"
As you looked on,into the night!

Passion was a word which you  said,
Had no meaning in the life you led.
Now when you look back,it stands astride
The dreams you said were not on your side
Is that the reason you look so slight ?
When you step out into the bright !


Life is a journey that can't be led,
By a heartless mind that has no stead!
For summer comes as the spring passes by,

When the air gushes past with a vengeance inside
The angels you blame have no such might
Indispensable lies the loser's plight

This n that

I let my mind ponder
And they said ,
"Oh my! What a blunder !
Do not tread ,a path so dead
For there can never
be peace in thunder."

Still i let my mind wade,raging unafraid
Amidst the bawling plunder
And they yelled ,in their voices so plaid
Banishing me for my sinful wonder