Having Said Enough

Cut the line, if you do not want to hear what I’m saying.

Burn the page, if you do not like what you see.

I don’t have the habit of repeating myself

over and over again just to be understood.

 

Somehow, there will come a time that explanations

are not required. Questions are left unsaid

out of courtesy, while your mind is bubbling

with doubts, you need to accept me of who I am.

 

Like this, we talk on the phone without expression.

The heavy tone of your voice means a disappointment.

You’re definitely upset when I can’t catch you. And you

can’t catch me as we are both lost in translation.

 

Let us stop this virtual war. This undue vexation

of words coated in the niceties of being cerebral.

Can’t we simply talk as normal humans do,

caught in the flimsiness of conduct and etiquette?

 

You see, I didn’t plan to have more than five

stanza to this poem and keep on intellectualizing

on how stupid it was to win our every argument.

You know, sometimes you do not have to fight

 

every battles you are invited in. Just choose-

the best one. And argue with me. Fine.

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Some Faded Photographs

You chose not

to keep memories.

Not to keep promises.

 

But I chose-

to keep,

each single imagery,

each single scene

into a film.

 

Tell me  a word.

And whisper niceties.

 

I consummate,

each single  line,

each single thought.

You must know.

 

I had kept you.

 

Here

some faded photographs-

of us.

 

In the quiet corner

of my mind.

 

We dream.

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