Yours Sincerely

Your worldly banter drowns out your music

You let your glass fill up the gaps in the conversation,

As you twinkle in the smoky haze.

If all the company you need is in this lively room,

Why do you eyes seek out the spaces outside the window?

Oh, fool yourself with all the laughter and the wit-

You always wanted to fit in, yet stand out.

Contradictions you wrestle with when everyone has left.

Interior monologues, so difficult to translate –

Pick up the pen, and lay it down.

Call out to yourself, but he has long passed out.

Your glib mask is starting to stick, my friend.

You woo the world with your boyish charms,

Riding the momentary waves of youth’s beauty

While your true brilliance lies dull and rusting somewhere inside.

Your mirror was always a liar, or did you forget?

I shall hate to be the chronicler of -

A rough diamond in life, and not much different in death.

Fools

She never said anything,

He never tried.

Cupid sat by twiddling his thumbs-

Watched them as the flutterings died.

Her heart belonged to someone else,

His belonged to a dozen or more.

Theirs was an ode to the Grecian Urn-

The stuff of legend and lore.

And sitting by Cupid, as this cruel infinite gestation witnessed I-

They danced a merry dance, no tears to cry.

Oh! The futility of penning down lines about star-crossed lovers-

God’s own game of chess divine.

They met, they wished, they parted-

Landed on their stiff reality, and I on mine.