A tragic comedy
I remember how we met
By chance at someplace sometime
Or was it fate, can’t say it right?
I being rational wanted to call it chance
But the dove you are
I gave fate a chance
And so it start
A mosiac of emotion
All petty but pretty real
Of the pain of not seeing you
Of the smile when I see you
Of the barriers to my speech
Of the guilt of not saying what I mean
Of the friendship we share
And the romance about which we never seem to care
So was it fate or just chance
My heart wants to know
I realise its neither fate nor chance
Its just you
And me
And something
that couldn’t be
So I let my heart bleed in poetry
While my mind makes peace with our distances
Waiting
Do we have time?
To talk
About something
I don’t know what
But something
Thats matters to the both of us
Or probably doesn’t
Last time we were occupied
You had a meeting and I had some work to do
I was itching to
move and you were looking at the clock
We were there but thinking about the next minute
What will happen if I take an extra breath here
Would that second be useful enough?
Shouldn’t I be rushing
You know, to the next thing
I am supposed to do that, aren’t I ?
Get to the next stop and plan the one after that
In hope of getting something better
Can we just talk
With nothing to do after that