On your "indifference"

"You complained when i was out of touch"

"I did"

"Now i am in touch, but you are  not happy"

"It's good to get your message once in a while"

"But what's the use, you are still sulking"

"Is it enough to live on?"

foolish, foolish girl

Exactly what i feared is happening

But that is not to blame you, however

if i had feared it all along, 

shouldn't i be prepared to solve it?

 

I am not, 

because  I was hoping for the worst

but preparing for the best

Your eyes

Are like stars

Shining, sparkling

Tantalizing

And forever out of reach

Through

I knew i had to get you

Out of my system

I did not realize

The only way was

Through

look beyond the face, please

maybe it seems to you
 that i have no sorrows
or that i am self sufficient,
can dispel them on my own

Do not be fooled
That is only because 
I expect you to give me

What the world does not

To heal me

Where it has hurt

To make up for everything 
The world has done to me

In the first place

You, I expect not to be deceived
by my sunny appearance 
But that is what

has charmed you in the first place,
Unfortunately

Platitudes

i remember the days when
talk flowed freely
when you felt you could offload
the cares of your heart
the chaos of your mind
easily onto me
and i listened
and tried to lift your spirits
send you a warm hug in words

i lost track of
when my assurances
stopped convincing you
and you stopped believing me
and our conversation
became mere platitudes

you offload your troubles no more
because you know exactly what i will say
and you also know
i only say it to make you feel better
i don't even connect to your problems

I love you

those words really make me wonder
If you want to make me happy
Or if my presence makes you happy

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A poet's best friend

Dynamics of a tiff

When you fight with me,

I just want to win the argument

By the time i realize

That my winning

Does not make you happy

(Why should it?)

And only makes you withdraw

Into your shell

It is too late

And i was bedazzled to blindness

For the ruins of this

Temple of our love

I take responsibility

Even though it was your words
That fired the canon

The fire of my expectations

Burnt so bright 

It was no wonder

That you burst

dark circles

the first time i noticed
how deep they had dug
was when
freshly bereaved of your company
i thought of you
night and day

the day i decided to stop
they lightened, inexplicably

perhaps there is something to be said
for letting go
if it can reverse
withdrawal symptoms

Anyhow

"What if I had never come to you
We would both have led peaceful lives
Without pining for each other"

"In the next birth I will come to you,
then you won't feel responsible"

"I will be the guy then,
waiting for you"

"Yes, let us take turns"

"What if you are also a guy?"

"Then we would be gay"

":)"

Wasted hopes

Writing poems for you

Is like a blind man's lover

Dressing up for him

The world can see

What you will not

Should i have?

They say

A girl should make 

Her lover wait

But it seems to me

It depends

On what the girl wants

To be pursued

Or

To be loved

Not making you wait

Was worth it

You remind me of

When a smile

Became an obsession

And a whisper

Lit a spark

When a word

Had several layers of meaning

When a furtively passed note

Was literature

When evenings brought magic

And nights seemed to last forever

When dreams seeped into reality

And saturated all colors of life

You are the key
To the door to memories

You remind me ove

Sunny days

Never having to wear sweaters

Towels thretening to burn your skin

Drink after delicious drink

Of exotic juices

A splash in the water

Not ending in sneezes

An hour long ride without a jacket

Being perfectly normal

Going home for lunch

Eating rice for lunch

Dusty playgrounds

The smell of rain on parched earth

The smell of jasmine in the eveving

The smell of sun dried books
Books, books, and more books
The sight of ripe fruits
About to burst from their skins
The welcome sight of dust
Suspended in yellow sunshine
At all hours of the day