Monday, January 12, 2015

Solace

The same letters comforted the bruised heart again.
Like a warm air clears up the foggy glasses and makes things visible
I did not expect those few lines would ease out things for me Today also
What routes and passages remain alive in the subways and underworld of heart hidden under unlimited floors of self deception.

You are winning

You think you have me just where you wanted  That you, through your consistent coldness, have successfully trained me to give you space  If ...