So those of you who know me…know the time during my commute is dedicated entirely to the physical act of reading! (Those of you who did not get the FRIENDS’ reference…well I don’t know what you are doing with your life).
Well getting back to the point, so in accordance to my routine, I had my nose in a book and then all of a sudden, a few words etched my mind…
“In his silence I learnt his intentions…”
And I just knew I had to put it in ink…
According to my dear, dear friend V., I can pen kick-ass prose but I should just stay away from poetry for the sake of human civilization! =P
In spite of his many heated warnings, I hereby submit my yet another neophyte attempt at poetry:
It was a question I had worn on my lips for days…In his hesitation I found my answer…
He knew how to unravel my soul and dwindle my senses…In his silence I learnt his intentions…
He drew a convoluted map onto my skin…With his invincible stain I found my way out…
He knew his way around the treacherous paths…In his skills I gathered his notorious past…
He sketched his dark castle at the great precipice…In his oubliette I discovered eternal light
He decided to leave an imprint for others to witness…Within his grasp I earned an immoral label…
I was relieved.
He was disappointed.
Another question lingering on the edge of my existence…In his absence I received his verdict.