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
People are stories, works in progress Politics of affection and sexual congress But a face is a fullstop, brackets even I picture your face when I’m grieving The ‘I don’t care’ writ large and wide Autographing what’s breaking me inside Happy face, loveface all forgotten Fullstop points to all that…
Listen to me put you down. Beg me to make you beg for more. Then call me a bitch for stomping all over your heart. You always get your way.
I spoke to her today. It wasn’t as unthinkable as I imagined, over a year ago. She told me the email I sent her a fortnight ago sounded like I did not want to hear from her. I said, that was probably true. “When things happen, I deal with them…
What’s courage like?It’s like walking to the very edge of the cliffStraight into the skyAnd not stopping. What’s determination like?It’s like standing completely perpendicular to the groundShoulders back, eyes level with what’s comingTill all motion, even breathing stops…but standing still. What’s toughness like?It’s like feeling heat turn ever so slowly…
I thought I’d die if I didn’t have youAnd I very nearly threw away my life when you asked me toJust about but not quiteBecause in the last minute, some shred of something pulled me backWhat was it?Self-preservation? Self-respect? Dignity? Sensibility? You called it selfishnessI’m so glad that I’m a…
And here’s a poem from the archives, titled ‘Moonlight Walk‘ Meet me on the other side of the moon And walk in shadows with me It won’t be all dark You put a gleam in my eyes That will lead the way for a stroll into madness I’ll take you…
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!!