Wednesday, August 23, 2017

NARCISSUS



Everything is unto me. 
Even the eclipse. 
It could have come to predict my own predicament. 
If I don't have one, I will create one - just for the eclipse. 
And you know, those people in the corner shop? 
They're talking only about me. 
And that man, oh...I think he's going to say, "I love you!" 
If he isn't thinking that why is he looking at me that way.?
Why is he commenting like that on facebook? 
Ooooohhh!! 
Everything is about me. 
Yes, even the tides. 
Did you know the tide that went out took my happiness with it?
Yes! It came only for that. 
The stars, the moon, the sky, 
- and my boss.
Did you know he singled me out? 
He singled me out to find faults. 
What does that tell you? 
He likes singling me out. 
I tell you, everything is rigged. 
Everything is about me.

Monday, August 7, 2017

THE EMPTY BOX


It's an Empty Box.
We emptied it
Carefully
Because it’s time
We moved on with our lives
And there's no place in that
For a 'you and I'.
So, slowly there were
No tea times together
No talk times
No returned calls
No messages
No visits
No friendly handshakes
No shared laughter.
Heaped insults instead
And refusals
And deliberate misunderstandings
And scorn.
Till a day came
When we both knew
That the box was empty.
So empty
That we should have felt no qualms
When we sealed it tight
And decided to throw it away
Once and for all.
But then we looked at each other
Eyes bright with unshed tears
pleading
"Just a little while more"
And the box remains
Not empty at all...