talk

you don't have to look through me.
don't need to think real hard.
no, just don't force yourself
to think i am not even there.

its not easy to be looked at that way
when you expect a smile,
when one meets eyes stoned
where there was always warmth.
its doesn't help in any way,
when people who love to listen and talk
in anger not a word say

i know i don't know all
but sure i know enough
your silence is a price hard to pay
never thought one could hurt
when one never meant so

time is not long for sure
when we take so long to start
and then bond and connect
why waste any more of it on silence
when we could just talk.

our greatest fights

the ones we thought as one with us,
who understand our failings
and see our frailties,
why do they threaten us
with the choicest of weapons ?

at times most desperate,
hoping for empathy and an ear.
why what we get is
misunderstandings unfortunate or
no reaction at all.

when we bleed to victory and otherwise,
fighting the world and the lines of fate.
what we realise after it is lost
is-our greatest fights are against
the ones we love the most.