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.
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