frenzieeeeeeeee

winter morning...a hot cup of coffee, thick fog outside covering the open field.
a warm blanket, on an old rug with fading colours
the morning sun that reminds me of a distant past
the cigarette smoke with its strong nicotine flavour
and in between somewhere
there is a conversation of you and me

the long journey we both have made
the route we have at times taken together and at times separately
the long walk that was once a reward after a hard days work
with your hands tucked into mine

but today we are sitting far apart...
and trying to talk about how things have changed and we need to accept.

and all i am trying to actually figure is
what is it that has really changed...?
you...me or the time?
how just is it to remind you of the promises made and forgotten...
of old times that no longer remains the way it used to be like
how just is it to put you through an interrogation and ask
what is it that you mean?
what was it that you meant?

yes truly times have changed...
i have to now think before speaking to you!

when did this transformation come about...?
how did times change so surreptitiously and yet sting so hard
am i to understand...you?

Who Are YOU...?

as i look out into the fog and try to see the decade that we spend together
i can see where it all had started...
it started with you understanding my silence
you heard me when i said nothing...

but then with passing times, the very silence engulfed the companionship
and then my silence stopped making sense to you
it no longer spoke to you about you and me...

its still a morning, and a new day today!
but what is it that stops me from asking you to start from the scratch
from giving myself a chance to speak to you again

why is it that i want bygones to be bygones
the time lost to be never found again...
why am i so eager to accept what you have to say?