Thursday, March 15, 2012

Crumbs.

Don't tempt me with your being
coming to me in bits
I dont need the crumbs
your quasi-magnanimity
I'd refuse even a king's feast
offered by a heart unwilling

My heart doesnt flutter
in your presence, my friend, anymore
the heartstrings snapped sometime,
not so long ago.
Your glance and mine
touch each other
without meeting once.


Neither you,
nor I,
lend any meaning
to the substance we create.
Your rhetoric meets my smirks
my sighs gets wasted on your quirks

Our emotions rendered obsolete.
do not help much
The good -old -ways now redundant
have left us in a lurch...