I’m getting psychic by the day
Every time I call you, I wonder
What reason will she have today?
Or
What circumstance will be conjured
to prevent me from talking to her?

Every time it’s an interesting one
However, geniune it might be, an excuse nevertheless.

Answering that would be drama. Not poetry.
Thank you.

7 thoughts on “The Incomplete Truth”
  1. Been there , done that. In fact, after a certain amount of time, you experience a sense of relief(” I knew it “) in it happening with unfailing regularity

  2. @ Ravi: Actually the ‘quoted’ words were somebody else’s. And I don’t know if he is relieved by my consistency.

    @ Brad: Then we won’t tell them, will we? πŸ˜‰

  3. Aaaachoooooooo…Sorry, Not today.
    Toooot tooooot…Errr..Train’s here. Later.
    Rickshaw guy, Left, no Right, no this Right, LEFT…Later, perhaps.
    Oh shoot, reached office. Tomorrow, same time?
    Zzzz….It’s Saturday 9.30am. Please…
    It’s well past midnight. Got to hit the sack. Tomorrow?
    Ooops. Heart attack. I am dying right now. Next Life, that cool?
    And so the saga continues…

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