Dilemma
I am scared
Of changes that wash away old rains
I am scared of not wishing to relive them again
I am scared that I may perchance amend,
With fuzzy words that others may lend.
Sometimes I would rather sail.
Sometimes I would rather fail
Than having to let go.
But then
I am scared
Of my riddle and sieve
I am scared that I wont retrieve
Few mismatches and fallacies
That shape love’s delicacies
Sometimes I would rather break,
Sometimes I would rather shake
Than be in my placid comfort
I am scared
Of changes that wash away old rains
I am scared of not wishing to relive them again
I am scared that I may perchance amend,
With fuzzy words that others may lend.
Sometimes I would rather sail.
Sometimes I would rather fail
Than having to let go.
But then
I am scared
Of my riddle and sieve
I am scared that I wont retrieve
Few mismatches and fallacies
That shape love’s delicacies
Sometimes I would rather break,
Sometimes I would rather shake
Than be in my placid comfort
4 comments:
" Sometimes I would rather break,
Sometimes I would rather shake
Than be in my placid comfort "
who thought this would happen to u? who thought u would want this? who thought u would break that shell and live? aeons ago i used to write in my blog..about u waking up and facing the day..and breaking a particular shell...it happened after all. however it might have been triggered..whoever night have done it. very symbolically, those poems are not in my blog anymore.since months.
am still a fan of ur writing.
very nicely written...
u have not written anything in a long time
hola, long time nothing posted
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