Sunday, May 15, 2011
That breeze that just passed by me said a lot.
It got me here and it will take me there.
I don’t want to go,
I am not able to decide.
It’s too subtle to convince me,
For I am even more stubborn now.
Will you come along?
It is not a storm,
It’s just a breeze,
A bloody breeze.
It can’t do much, Anyway.
What are you thinking about?
Those stupid little dust particles that are going to make you blink,
And then cry?
Dint I just say, it’s just a bloody breeze.
It can’t do much.
A breeze leads to a storm right?
And storms shake you from the core.
But I think I would be fine,
If you just come along.
Shit! I have wasted so much time in thinking whether to go or no,
It’s not here anymore,
Yes that bloody breeze is no more,
Neither is the storm.
And where are you now?
The breeze I called subtle, just took you away.
That bloody breeze,
Did a lot!
Friday, May 6, 2011
I met the good,
I spent a lot of time with it,
I only saw the good as if there was nothing called as the bad.
I got used to the good.
Until one day when the bad decided to raise its ugly head,
And the good seemed to be missing,
As if it was never there.
It showed me that the good can sometimes also be bad,
Worse than the opposite of the good.
In school the two opposite words, good and bad were the easiest,
Until I stumbled upon the deeper good and bad.
The bad overtook the good,
And left its stain forever.
And even though the good in the ‘not so good’ tried to raise its clean face,
It just couldn’t verify itself.
It tried to be better than the good,
But in vain.
It all summed up to something.
The bad was in the good was not inevitable,
It rose only to show its presence,
And just failed to justify itself.