Saturday, 17 January 2009

imperfect picture perfect

amidst these extremes of
mixed emotions
i try to breathe
‘it’s simpler this way’
still rings in my ears
i like it to be picture perfect,
you said
it always been perfect this way, i admitted
it was the imperfection you paid attention to
it was being with you, i adored
strongly uttering those words
of simplicity
you dealt with it, and declared
fairly leaving me with my share
of these enormous complexities
of trying to be perfectly strong
and have you go.
your picture perfect had issues
the issue was,
mine never had any.

Tuesday, 13 January 2009


i wud have sinned gluttony
for your love,
only if i had you.