Tuesday, 22 May 2018

You constant question
Is fired from a gun
To know that reason.
I'll give you more than one.

Yes I am angry
'Cause within few days
Neither of us will be free.

Time is less
Lots of stress
So much to share
But time's the fare.

I have some time to spare
You have problems of one pair,
Bad combination to stir
Enough to explain my anger.

Perspective

All that I express
Does not belong to me
Sometimes it's environmental mess
At times of Yours Truly.

First-person narration
Gives the perception.
Following the rules of those
Who told to put ourselves in other's shoes.

Makes it easier to portray
What either couldn't say.

This one's kinda live.
I had a lot of ideas
More than bees in a hive.

All around my cerebellum
Waiting to complete their sum.

The moment I look around,
For the occupant to occupy,
They leave me with a frown
And vanish in the sky.

These Hide&Seek schedule
Drain my brain's fuel,
Making it difficult to write
Keeping the paper white.

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

I heard her talk to herself:
"It's best when a space isn't occupied
Because once it does you need it that way."
And then shed the tears away.

She had held them back
For far too long.
Still thinks of him
Listening to his favourite song.

Little did she know about
The way he cried his heart out.
He had a match with her symptoms
Just like everything else.

Two hearts with a void
Searching for an occupant.
The game had started,
T'was time to plan a backup.