The Icy Eyes You See Me Through,

The icy eyes you see me through,

may freeze myself to death.

But I've seen too much of snow,

To know I'll love if I bled.

Oh hun! did someone dig you deep?

And you find yourself hard to recognise?

Tell me about it, because in some sad way,

I can read that story, in your frosty eyes.

I guess it's been a while,

since I felt myself smile,

at the bird that sat on my window,

leaving an innuendo,

that no matter how still I sit,

so the bird would stay for a bit,

It is her nature to fly away,

and that I can't, make her stay,

I wish I could, keep her with me,

so she would chirp, and sit on my knee,

But I had this centuries old knowledge,

People hate their captor, one who keeps 'em hostage,

So I'd just let her go,

So she could see what the world has to show,

And if I was a good friends of hers,

I am sure she'll visit back, even if in years.

Gone through some vicious cycle,

A frequent breakage of trust?

A series of disappointments,

Dreams reduced to dust?

When shown your truest traits,

Been dismissed with disgust?

And yet when been your kindest self,

the world has been unjust?

Don't ponder much dear beautiful heart,

It's a little hard to adjust.

But once you get the flair of it, you'll know,

that Character development is a must.

I have a set of pens prepared,

a thick hard cover notebook,

I have the story in my head,

the characters and how they look.

An absolute bestseller,

the book everyone would die to read,

Oh! The scenario makes me giddy,

An absolute ego boost, indeed.

All those hard days of work,

I'd save everyone from sorrow,

Well, right now I am too tired daydreaming,

I guess, I will write tomorrow.

"You had everything except the patience to hear and understand what I feel of a subject! And that drops you to the last of my likeable people list."

She took an exaggerated breath, "You feel wrong. I have heard you. I know so much about you. You have told me all. I know it all."

"Yes that!", I pointed, "You know it all! The FACTS! You never know what I feel of that. You do not understand the perception I hold for those facts. You have a great knowledge about me, but that doesn't mean you understand me!"

My accusing tone had her baffled, but do I accuse wrong? I have felt useless and vulnerable spilling it all to her. We were related by blood, but our compositions were not same. She thought she knew it all. And she made sure to make me feel I knew nothing. And while I was pushing myself towards her, she was splitting us oceans apart.

-an excerpt

Would you ever understand?

The words between these lines,

in the white space?

The ones i didn't write in the Roman script.

Or ones I pursed in, tight-lipped.

What would it take you to be?

a literature genius, a psychology master,

a poetry lover?

I guess not..

All it will take is a little peep,

in the depth of my heart,

to draw my curtains, a little apart,

to find if it's a lengthy scientific mystery,

or carelessly carved work of art.