Lick me like honey
dew drops from a caught up world,
of dead wires, blind streets.
"These are just feelings, they go away", his friend tried to console.
"No, just people go, or their presence", he said.
One in love,
The other in hell.
But both fell silently,
While people watched, transfixed
At their tabloid screens,
Awaiting, "what happened next?".
Some years hence,
In a city unknown,
A soiled rag
Atop a rusted pole,
Will occasionally flutter by a poisoned wind.
The sun-bleached fabric,
Now mostly white,
splotched with red and fungi green,
Will make no crooning pedlar crane
His neck in memory
Of an unknown foe;
A violence ago.
Some half-clad children
will wander distant streets,
While faded flags of foregone faiths,
Will flicker unnoticed, overhead.
I hold them to feel the lightness of things,
vaguely wondering if they can lift me off,
closer to that drifting cloud
which looks like you are talking.
Light and breezy.
What's it with your eyes?
Each time when I see,
I find a different you,
I find a different me.
I thought my love was beyond all this. Mere words were not enough to suffice for what I felt. Perhaps, that's why, they never reached you and I regret that was the only way to do so; while the time we spent together got lost in time itself.
"Do you remember how you got your wounds?", she asked.
"No", he smiled, "just the pain".
"When does one start to become opposed to others? From human, to an alien, something absurd, in their eyes?", she asked.
"When you start distancing away from their truth towards yours", he said.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?"
He stayed quiet for a while.
"Well, let's do another session tomorrow, ok?", the psychologist said finally.
"And what about her?"
"She's beautiful", he said with a smile.
"1200 pounds, sir. It's a limited period offer".
"Can't believe, you are dead for me", the old man said on her grave.
"Since ages, dear, get over it", said his heart.
And her voice.
"What ripped us apart? How did we become so cold to each other?", he asked, looking for an answer in her eyes.
"Once the fire dies out, everything becomes a bit colder. We have become what the ashes turn into", she coldly replied.
When I find myself,
Through difficult times,
I see you coming,
from sweet memories alive,
But I sit back smiling,
At me, at us,
Down memory lane driving,
Missing all your fuss,
About everything you never knew,
But never about you.
All she wanted now was to be understood.
Maybe that's why she had now more friends than lovers.
He asked her out on a date finally.
But, something wasn't right. He should've known it from the start.
Luckily, the introvert's nightmare ended soon.
Stations came and went but he kept on staring straight ahead.
No one noticed his unblinking eyes; just his cold body, next day.
He had left her in his anger, but still, she waited.
The food each night lay cold, his mom's heart didn't.