Heap Of Words

They said that he loves books, They said that he dont care for looks. She met him- a chance she took; "You look like the one in Jungle Book!!"

While i'd hate comebacks (ref: post below this), was suitably silenced and appropriately humbled :) More often than not, they appear to be The staff to lean, the call for company. The shoulder to cry on but the butt of all kicks; For all roses they get, a million thorns too must prick. And in spite of this, the once you break a heart it's said, "You know my friend, they ARE just men!" You know not how-when what went through their minds, Instead, (pause) happily putting on your blinds, You sit in one corner writing this piece While seething with pain, his heart still bleeds. And you know my friend, though they just "act like men", Your stanza is more sense when substituted with "women"!

More often than not, they appear to be The staff to lean, the call for company. The shoulder to cry, the ass to kick; The roses they get, the thorns they prick. You know not though, just how and just when, They break your heart, and act like men .

Raindrops srtiking my forehead, First the caress, and then the shower. I get soaked in seconds, water in my bones, And then the pleasure abandons; I remember... How we loved to dance in the rain, You proclaiming my derangement, and I yours. But venture we would, into Gods' offer Of rain, and closeness, and us... and bliss. The ground that rushed to meet the drops The drop that rushed to kiss my cheek Oh it would, were your hand not near, I'd lie if say, I'd prefer the rain. The curtain of bliss that bars The world from us, and us from them The outside, suddenly rendered private Its neither you nor I, it was just us.

A regular evening. I know not how, nor when. The walls come crashing down, of a sudden. Its like my world was sitting in a nutcracker , Waiting to be crushed to peices, biding its time. Who put it there? the Gods? Or Fate sublime? I sift about the ruins, salvaging scrap, and memories; Hope to rebuild maybe, and stem the agonies. But gaping craters are all I find around, Nothing to fill the bitter voids with; Except maybe, absurd hope and homespun myths.

What won't I give today, For a humble solitude and space to pray- More mental than physical- and go as far as you can please, For I'm still smarting from your blows. For I'm bitten today, let me be shy; At times, I suppose, its ok to cry.

Today feels like Monday morning. But when I think about tomorrow, today feels like Sunday evening...

I'm done... procrastinating. I'm done... overrating Things that dont matter Or even exist... more the latter.

i wish that blinking would do, What only drinking can- Look at the world with rose-tinted-glasses, And really believe that mankind is a happy race.

Once more, the affected display of emotion, Once more, those promises, never to see fruition, Once more, those gifts I never sought of you, Once more, the absence when I thought of you. The primping and preening, when you go 'out', That smile of expectance, that almost screams aloud, The late coming back, excuses that challenge belief, Oh how I dread those pockets, that forgotten handkerchief! I always questioned my deserts when we Found each other; rather, you took me; Plain that I were, and that you were not, Scared me then, and now explains a lot. I know she would be pretty, but has she the heart To live by your side, and never to depart! The smile in your face, the spring in your walk, The guilt in your face, and that we no longer talk. The hours I spend in the parlor, bettering my share Of what God had me granted, with fruitless repair. How I wish that you would come clean, and that, I might take leave of this guesswork, you and this flat. I know I lack proof, but a woman ...

I know it before you think it, And you know that I know this; You know I get you, and you me: Yet there's this that I know That you'd want not- I don't know why- And never will... a girl like me . You want a 'she'- and I know who- You paint me with shut eyes then, And then you blink and look at me: "I want a girl like that", I know its not me. You see my smile, and my hidden pout, And think it won't matter... to a girl like me . I wish I were her, the 'she' you want; But that I am. I know not what else. You want a me, and yet you don't Even notice... a girl like me . I'd better me, if you just smile, Look at me and say That you might just want... a girl like me ...

... it is very important to never lose control.. The one time I lay myself prostrate, I got stepped over ...