Sunday, June 16, 2013


When they talk.. I listen
When I listen.. I dont think
When I dont think.. I don't contemplate
When I dont contemplate.. I stop listening
When I stop listening.. I seek solitude
When in Solitude.. I feel peace
When in peace.. I get disturbed
When disturbed.. I see populaces
When I see people.. They talk
When they talk.. I listen...

In a closed conversation conduit..
where scrutiny is raped..
I shrug away as a wallflower
afraid to hurt.. to lose
petrified to think.. to respond
anxious to reply.. to love
but end up a recluse...
a tête-à-tête of life.. verses
a denounced futile locution..