The Friendship Masalla

Thought I could strenghten the friendship,
with bribes upon bribes,
disguised as gifts,
from the heart,
first the crystal ball cookies,
then the chicken on the stick,
but instead of sealing it,
messed it all up,
with the briyani masalla,
and now,
nothing but silence,
the ever faithful silence,
keeping me company,
in a never ending tale

A Misplaced Displaced Soul

So what such a big deal,
with a misplaced scroll,
when the heart and soul,
is already displaced?

Zero

Another news,
although expected,
still became an unexpected bombshell,
not at this time anyway,
well,
have to deal with it,
as that was what I wanted,
but the unexpected thing is,
the way it sucks out what ever it was,
that was churning inside,
which was flowing with the blood,
leaving it empty,
just like a vacuum,
so actually, regardless of who it was,
still left an impact on me,
or else why would the tears, be shed?

Sick

trying to be good,
can be sooo tiring,
feel soo sick,
at times. . . . . . . . .

The Story of the Heart (Part II)

which cant bind,
they just meet,
for a split second,
each going on a different directions,
the short second,
that they bump,
their eyes met,
with sadness,
for they knew,
they cant stop, not even for a second,
as their destiny been drawn,
they just have to continue on their journey,
but they did exchange words, of comfort,
just to assure that they know,
somehow, the vague connection is there,
but they cant stop,
not even for a second,
and not even a prayer,
can change things,
as destinies been drawn,
from time begun,
till time ends. . . . . . .

The Story of the Heart

The heart has four chambers,
and one by one,
dilated, ischemic,
weakened,
failing. . . . . .

An Interesting Piece of News that drop out of the Blue

The Mystery of creation,
never cease to amaze,
with ultimate precision,
the story unfold,
He, who knows all along,
all the secrets,
no matter how remote,
or how dark,
it may be,
He knows,
and He was just protecting,
all along,
that was the reason,
for the wall of support,
that suddenly appeared,
all around,
just so that they could cushion the impact,
of the blow,
and now that it has come crushing,
I'm not affected at all,
except just cant help the feeling of amazement,
of how a person can go on lying, over and over again,
such a good actor,
and yet should be thankful, and grateful,
For He provides a way,
in the weirdest way,
of somehow always to be on top of the scheme,
for without her, ame my friend,
I would still be
lost,
as to what lies beneath,
and it seems now,
this is not a new story,
just another version,
21st century of course,
of Elizabeth,
and Jane ,
whichever one that catches your fancy. . . .