Times...

Seconds are ticking away on my watch…
I am playing with it and It’s already ten

You persist that I throw away the watch
and I am worried that mom is waiting at home

You say… “we may never meet again”
and I am surprised at this outpouring

You insist that time is irrelevant
and I see my greys and your slack body

You insist on the sameness of your feeling
and I am amazed at the change in you

You are talking about intensity of the eyes
and I am wondering where this may lead us

You are on an adventure
and I never knew it existed

You express that it was always there
and I am doubtful and hesitant

You seem very sure
and I am tentative

You see abstract creativity
and I see midlife crisis

You claim beauty
and I see lust

You see opportunity
and I see corruption
time… yes is irrelevant in many things
but see how it has changed you and me...

Noise...

I was always irritated by your continuous noise…
your continuous chatter…
the continuous cricket commentary…
everlasting phone talks…
constant raving and ranting about bikes…
superfluous descriptions of your ex-girlfriends…
unending need for attention…
nagging talks about your building…
continuous need for directions…
continuous need for pampering…
continuous fitness fads…
continuous paranoia…
continuous fear…
continuous charm…
continuous love…
continuous clutter…
continuous mess…
continuous miracles…

now that you are not there anymore…
your leftovers and memories clutter my empty house
your noise in my mind still continuously plays onto my silence…

My own cloud...

Does the mountain ever crave for a cloud’s caress…
Or does it accept it indifferently as a natural cycle…
Does it get exhilarated with the touch and become fertile & green
After a long and barren autumn
Or does it feel anything at all…
Does the mountain ever claim the right to a cloud…
Or does it sit waiting patiently for the next one to come…
Different clouds with their different contours and vapors
Do they leave different impressions on the mountain…
Or does the mountain enjoy each one differently…
accepting what each one has to offer…
do they have different roles to play…
or does it not matter at all…

why do I crave for my own cloud…
is it that I am not a rock
or is it that I haven’t reached the height of a mountain yet
is it that I haven’t understood nature
or is it that nothing is mine anyways…

What is it.....

What is it that binds one to another…
sex…..emotion……need….. weakness….habit……
stimulation.….reflection….
Or love the four letter swear word…
abused easily to convey all of the above
I do believe in love… I swear…I do
Just don’t know whether I am using it against myself
or against the one I love