the fork

With the fork
Could I choose the pieces of my life
With the puff
Could I breathe my life
or
Could I drown my thirst with bitter water on the rox.
The butts lie everywhere covering the floor
And
Empty bottles adorn the cupboard
but
Can't find the fork
Hidden somewhere in the mess.

my presence

i am where you are
where your eyes look at
where you rest your head, your body.

i am in the spaces where you look for me
and in the voices where you search for me
i am where ever you are

with you

happier i was before
happiest i am now.
moments were wonderful before
and are blessed now.
dreams were hazy before
they are clear now.
music sounded distant
but is vibrant now.
and
life has found a direction
to the spaces;
wherein lies
your necessity
the urge to behold you,
the essence of your presence and warmth
the need of your gaze
and
the thought of yours
lingering
every time i close my eyes.

Questions And Answers

Down the life,

with so many nooks and spaces unstamped;

with the territories dwelled upon by strangers, known faces & hearts and hypocrites alike;

With the voices

some haunting and others crooning;

With the words

some daunting and many cheering;

and

With the distances

alone, accompanied and crowded;

Moments have caught up

with piles of questions

and stacks of partial answers.

Why I have been shy sometimes

and taken my candor too far the other times?

And,

Why I consorted some

and stayed away from others?

My choices of the moments; I would say.

But who to blame for;

When the choices went awry.

When my chivalrous got unnoticed and looked down upon.

And why someone turned out to be a cipher.

I would ask god

if he's there or she's listening.

Couldn't you make life less capricious?

But would there be charm?

None.

We would have less options and avenues then.

But

There would be a lot less to atone.