Saturday, July 12, 2008

Tic Tac Toe

Empty square of TicTacToe box fills the whole of this distraught page...and my wood pencil lies pensive....play your turn, so I can play mine too...

Change this game...cuz I cant change my mind anymore...
There must be a gateway to hell
A way of will,
A reason to be able to mull
Over the words we wish to hear
Faces we want to know,
Things we need to learn.
There must be a way to change time too.
I saw the blue prints of nostalgia
Heard the thunders of giggles
The explosions of whispers
The slap of an embrace…
But I never saw the grey face of nostalgia.
Till now…
There must be a way to change that too.
This is the unwritten journal
This is the dilation of iris in dark
This is the expansion of chest
Before a catch of breath…
There must be a way to realize that too.
You are not that yellow dream
You are not that past laced with longing
You were not even there a few days back…
I don’t miss you for the past we had together
But for the days we could have had.
And there isn’t a way to change that…without you.

I can only clutch my wooden pencil
And pray…
Beautiful day…
I can only pray…

1 comment:

POOJA said...

i dont know what to say... im speechless... i just love that part "i don’t miss you for the past we had together
But for the days we could have had." its a pity seriously that we never got to know each other ealier...damn u satty!!!