POEM: Mind-Readers
Maybe I can read your mind
Maybe you are thinking what I want you to
Maybe I’m saying what you want me to
Its a game nevertheless
Just don’t know who’s playing who
Me and you?
Or life with itself
With us, two pawns
Figments of each other’s imagination
You know and I know
Its always good to talk to you
And hear you speak my thoughts before I think them
me likes this…
may be crystal balls and tarot cards are your stuff 😉
There are times when I have felt that I am a pawn running like a guinea pig in someones grand expt.
Always thought that am the only one crazy enough to think along these lines.
But it would be “really” disturbing to know that the puppet master is someone driving on the next lane.
hmmm.. too complicated for me! 🙂
Its amazing how they do that, isnt it? To read thru the masquerade that we think we have mastered..
🙂
..Me
As real as each other, we clash,
It’s not our words or any thought,
It’s not a talk-war that we lash,
It’s an unprovoked game we both sought.
You breathe the fire that I light,
Love-mark each other with embraced love,
Horns locked tight as we mock-fight,
Burning heaven sends us its Peace dove.
Lovely play of words!!