Thursday, May 16, 2013

dare to sing

words aren't enough
and i need to look away
lest that smile
smoulders my walls.
i am just incidental now
or in a complicated web
of belief and not
you want me to be so.

take this song
hold it tight
no, i will not skip it
listen to it
the window is there
throw it out
bit by bit
let the strands of us tear
and the edges of the
memories fray
till all is left is

you started building
your wall
as i started breaking mine
halfway through
we were cut off
oh wait i forgot
we is not a word any more
i'll get used to it :)

there will be a box
sealed up tight
in a corner of my mind
with a label of you
written in smudged letters
i'll stay away from it.
come take it back sometime?
i could do with the space.

'Got your message.
How and why?
Because I appreciate irony,
songs in the dark, books. I
accept people for the way
they are and I dare to sing.'

or so was said.
see, it wasn't hard to turn you
into a poem after all.
the spell has ended.
the song has stopped.
the lights come back on now.
let me take my final bow?



I am just not said...

I love this poem. Also, need I mention that I am very curious about the subject. :D

reetam said...

haha, you do? i'm a bit surprised. it's the sort of the overtly sentimental stuff that i usually avoid writing.
what do YOU think the subject is, though?


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