Sweet Nothings

You Smile,
I Smile.

You cry,
I fret.

You like,
I nod.

You talk,
I crave to listen.

I choose,
You concur.

I offer,
You, at times differ.

I  negate,
You affirm-ate.

When my eyes sparkle with joy,
You are invariably cognitive.

Those sweet nothings we share,
Makes me wonder,
Will you miss me, when I am gone long?
And there are not any bonds to tie us along!

I Choose

I Choose,
To be quiet, for the fear of being unheard
To weep to self, for the fear of being thought as weird.

I Choose,
To ignore, for the fear of my rage being keen
To laugh, for the fear of my tears being seen.

I Choose,
To not break, for the fear of being shattered
To hold on, for the fear of losing what mattered.

I Choose,
To not expect, for the fear of being hurt
To not be rude,for the fear of being curt.

I Choose,
To break free from the past,
I Choose,
To re-cast, self.
There Again,
I Choose ,To Be
     'ME'

Angels and Demons

The chord struck again
Without any desire, the tears did rain.
Unable to find why,
The angels did solace.
But, the inner demons smirked hysterically, "Oh! what did you gain?".


If empathy is what you want , It is lame!
Said the demons.
The angels countered that with a Name, with regard.
And unraveled a cavity, with ease.
The Demons reverted saying: "Dismiss"!

The angels still fortified,
Let it come and go by,
It is a phase and it shall ply.
Although, if 'you', my dear, can Omit
Please Do by!

The demons accorded in silence.

Unspoken Rules

We set them,
We want 'you' to get them
But when you act, 'Not to' Them
We just let 'them', GO!


Unspoken, could be so much...
Why do we stay put only to the rules?
Is it the haste, the ignorance or the fear?
We would know nought,
But, may be they would hear
               And
 Sometimes adhere, Too.

May be we should set it at the beginning,
So that, there is no cosmetic fretting.
Perhaps, just play along
As there is no pledge you owe.

Shall you not bear the fury,
It would slay the worry.
Unspoken- Let them be
             Or
Endure them to bury.

You Run Into My Mind.

You run into my mind
           When
We just thought it was all over,
            & Then
It is pensive more than ever!


You run into my mind,
Kindling a sense of desire.
          But again,
The thought of adrift
Leaves me green and hay wire.


While you return & yearn to get back there,
I keep looking for my answers to -WHY?
I ask my heart to hold on,
And never to go back there. But,in vain.

I had laughed heaps and  bounds with you,
I had danced around in joy with you.
Barring then came a turn,
           When
We did not know, whether
You did it to me OR I did it to you.

 So,We retreated.