Yesterday

I took a plunge, knowing nothing of where I would land up. Felt exciting, felt scary, and most of all felt sad. For the plunge was with a friend's emotion. Didn't know how she would react, didn't feel right, but didn't have any other choice- no chioce left by one's own stupid heart. Found reason to believe I was right. I still believe so, but the mess up don't begin there. tey begin lifetimes back, but who is to listen, and who is to amend. the beginning of wars starts from the single word. the end of relationships- friendships all, from the single word. wish one could take back a single word, and like so a thousand- words, deeds, a million thoughts. maybe someday things will work out. i believe they always do. then again i believe a lot of things. besides my faith wht is there to vouch for any of them.

Intoxication

A willingful deceit,
Smoking bullets of trained passion
From the hands of known fiends
Smiling tears
Poured in pegs
By one and no less
Tormented soul
Freedom unjustified by the incessant noise
In my ear when I'm drunk
I'm intoxicated with you
With me
With life in general
Wake me up
From this unreasonable stupor
Is this me?