Thursday, February 4, 2010

where I stole

U wore skirts
those folds of innocence and humanity
U wear jeans
these yarns of pride and apathy choke ur soul

What u thought as time
Was me
Stealing parts of u.


U wore glasses
those transparencies of simplicity and naivete
U wear shades
this darkness of doubt and distrust pollutes ur thoughts

What u thought as time
Was me
Stealing parts of u

We attended school
those days of friendship and love
U go to an office
These corporate minutes of networking and reason, define ur existence

What u thought as time
Was me
Stealing parts of u

Parts, I needed for my poems
I thought, with ur parts and my love, I would portray the perfect u
my poetry, failed
accept, take them (ur parts) back

I failed u, u r no more urself

Feel safe
I shall not steal again
I will only look from far away
I liked u, only as u were

Feel safe
I shall not steal again
But only look from far way
Probably appreciate and feel annoyed
Feel satisfied and incomplete
Feel happy and jealous
Feel relieved and wounded
Feel a slight sweet pain

I request again, accept them (ur parts) back

What u r now, is wrong, artificial
ur replacements, misfits, fakes, even unnatural


Come, have them back
I still sit, where I stole
In white shirt, grey trousers and black shoes
With ur parts scattered around

Ur parts, ur bench, 4th in the second row, and I
await u
return to school, in skirt and spectacles
return, to the days of friendship and love

What u thought as time
was me
stealing parts of u
I needed for my poems

I promise
I will not steal again
Never, ever
Have them back, please, I’m probably begging

I still sit, where I stole, waiting

Yes, still here, where I stole,
waiting
amidst ur parts
(though I know, ur office is far from here)