Get-Aways

She said thanks,
He was too busy to hear;
She said sorry,
He really didn't care.

She came in front,
He said you are blocking;
She turned away,
He said you didn't stop me.

She asked him out,
He said its always about you;
She sat with him at home,
He said its boring with you.

She asked him where he was,
He said he is not used to answering that;
She didn't ask when he went away again,
He said it was her ego playing that game.

She kept silent,
He said share problems that brew;
The moment she started,
He burst in anger and said 'screw you'.

And the cycle started again,
With 'thanks' and 'sorry',
And many more get-aways...

That One Look

That one look,
Was so different;
From all the earlier times,
Their eyes had met.

This look - was not of love;
Love that brought them closer,
Had vanished in thin air.

This look - was not of care;
The bond of care and affection,
Had suddenly lost traction.

This look - was not of guidance;
The direction she sought,
Was now pointing to a dead end.

This look - was not of support;
The reassuring comfort,
Had flipped into a disheartening crush.

This look - was not of anger;
The rightful anger and understanding,
Had lost way to distrust and disdain.

It was just a stare,
A blank stare;
Difficult to comprehend;
And she kept wondering,
Were there words to be read?

Beyond Comprehension

Some wounds don't hurt,
Some wounds don't bleed;
Some wounds don't look,
As they would heal.

They just reside,
Somewhere deep inside;
Corroding your happiness,
Even though, out of sight.

Like shards of glass,
They cut and pierce;
Tearing apart the joy,
And peace, that was there.

Neither you, nor the world sees why,
The hollow that is created inside;
The pain is beyond comprehension,
What oozes out, is only a fraction.

Pellets They Throw

They question when you do good,
Doubting the intention with which you stood;
The lamp you were holding to show light,
Is mistaken as devastating missile.

The dirt in your hands,
That was clinging while cleaning;
Is scornfully seen as,
Maligned interests of ruining.

Every step forward you take,
Threatens them;
And, pellets they throw,
To keep you away.

Insecure hearts like these,
Should know, humans are no one's property;
You might put tags to claim your rights,
But, love and care is beyond those boundaries.

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