am helpless,
like a fly,
struggling,
to get out of the
room,
through the glass
window,
crushing into the
glass it can’t see,
trying ever so
hard,
but it can’t
flee.
.
someone tell her,
that’s a closed
window,
someone help her,
open this window.
.
.
am hesitant,
like the ant,
deciding to cross
the line,
of chalk and
powder,
drawn to deter
it,
from what she can’t
live without,
her only source of energy.
.
someone warn her,
she better stay
away,
someone help her,
stay the fuck
away,
.
.
It’s so wrong,
to be in this position,
unsure and
undecided,
confessing or
hiding,
crossing or
staying,
probably this is
how it feels like,
to be in love with
someone who doesn’t know!
nice :)
ReplyDeleteI know, the photograph is nice. thank you Shristi :D
DeleteA dilemma of a love where the person concerned is unaware of the inbound feelings...
ReplyDeleteand hence he cant decide what to do.
Deletethanks for the comment Anjan! :)
nice lines!! and yes, that someone special not knowing "it" can sure give heartburns....!!
ReplyDelete(btw if u thought a fly is helpless....watch a movie called "makhi"...)
it does give, a lot of them.
Deleteand i have heard lot about it. Makhi hu mein Makhi! :D
Beautiful lines! I like the comparison made to describe the dilemma.
ReplyDeleteMy world, my thoughts, my musings...
thank you Upasana! :)
DeleteAwesome lines...Loved the examples you've given to portray that sad feeling :/
ReplyDeleteI too had written on the same subject...Please have a look if you get time :)
Love that doesn't reciprocate