alrighty

you say it is alright..

i know no longer 

if you speak to express

or to hide...

we had entered the garden of our friendship 

 twenty years ago

  two years ago 

  two months ago

two days ago

two hours ago..

 what does it matter anyway

if you are transacting through 

the keyhole of your bolted doors..

come out 

slap me so that my cheeks redden 

and brings those tears of pain..

but hug me after you do that...

because ,

still i have not learnt to become 

the nonchalant businessman you want me to be...

Reviews

[.]

. overwhelming, poignant and excruciating ... you are too sensitive a person and poet to ever turn into a businessman ... and that's just as well ... this pain that the world at large tends to inflict ... must be mourned in your amazingly thoughtful and poetic words of expressing and sharing ... it must never be celebrated ... the day we do that, the few authentic relationships we have ... even those will cease to remain ...